I’d like to enjoy the solitude at a corner table in a café, where I can immerse myself in observing the traffic outside through the glass window. Those lines of people rushing on the road enthrall me in such an abstruse way that my thoughts gradually merge with them, flowing throughout the street. All rivers run to sea. Each motorbike carries a life, or two, three,… but they are all on the same road. They meet at a crossroad and part at another. They all are different but still the same. Continue reading


Grown up

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

Albert Einstein

My sister used to tell me about my childhood memories since I was too little to remember. Among them, there was this one piece that now at this stage of my life, strikes me so hard when recalling. One day, I was attending art class at my kindergarten school, teacher asked us to draw a landscape, in which must include a house and an air plane. I took the description quite well, drawing a big house all over the paper and a little shadow of the airplane on the ground. My teacher surprisingly asked why I did not draw an actual plane. Continue reading