All the places I have been,
and all that I have seen,
let me hide them in the depths of my heart.
some feelings you never forget, like the day we rode a bike down the roads of ____________, the wind streaming across my face as the sun set. i didn't want to forget the moment. i remember telling myself to grab those feelings and never let them go, but i knew they wouldn't last. they would exist for the entire duration of the journey, and maybe a little while after that, then they would disperse, and i would go back to square one, again.
but maybe what's important is that i was on that bike, and i was on that road, and i was traveling along it as the day wound down, and i saw that beautiful golden light for myself and felt that kind, soft breeze on my face. that is the most important thing: i was there. no one can rob me of that memory, those feelings, even if i can only taste them vaguely now.
i want to be there again, wherever 'there' is. again and again, and then to come back only to wish to go back again.
San Francisco. Despite my foggy, half-awake brain, a few first impressions. Coffee. Coffee shops. Trams. Roads - many roads - usually winding up and up. People smoking cigarettes. People dining outside restaurants. And then the light - soft and bright. And the Patti Smith lyrics ringing in my head, "Holy New York, holy San Francisco / Holy Peoria and Seattle, holy Paris / Holy Tangiers, holy Moscow, holy Istanbul / Holy time in eternity, body, holy eternity in time..."
Hong Kong, land of my original dreams.
In Seoul we kept opening doors and going into stores, cafes, even public spaces like the national library. I was constantly amazed at the Koreans' eye for design, and their ability to mix and match elements in such a perfect, if slightly haphazard, manner. Their interior spaces fall together nicely. They are places you want to eat, sleep, and live in. They make life seem comfortable, livable, sweet, even. But as travelers we entered each space and found ourselves having to leave soon after. No matter how long we seemed to be in any place it felt temporary, brief.
