moon walk

This is what i want to remember Michael Jackson,
as a singer, a dancer, an individual without the illusion of making the world a better place.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VASYhabHkM

He is so much like a figure from a fairy tale that growing old is impossible and forbidden. Longevity is no longer a blessing; he has to be forever young, which is a sensational phenomenon on TV but a tragedy in real world. Life can be such an irony that his classic album is Thriller, when all he needs is peace of mind. It's said that he died of cardiac arrest, after taking overdose of painkiller. He is walking to the moon. May he rest in peace.

cloud

Bags full of recycled plastic bottles are piled and bundled up into a large mass on a trolley. The whole thing looks like a cloud walking on the ground, you cannot see the one who pushes it if you stand in front of it. The old woman pushes it with the perseverance of an insect taking care of the basic needs. She does not have to see the road, everybody would give in and step away. She crosses the road, meets an obstacle, pushes harder, one, two, three, not until the motorcycle rider gives out a loud cry does she stop to check what's going on. The motorcycle is waiting to take a left turn in the middle of the road. After some indecipherable curses or complaints, the rider moves away. The old woman resumes to push on, to where the cloud can be sold in exchange of a few coins like raindrops from the sky.

echo

Walking out of the darkness of movie theater, I was driven into a public reading room nearby by the brightness of sunshine at two. I was amazed by how cool and quiet it was, only slight buzz of the air-conditioner and faint racing engines outdoors could be heard. I seemed to disturb the silence by merely turning the pages. The movie I just saw still had its impact on me, it hit me hard like I were some kind of a bell and the sound vibrated through my emptiness, echoing.

Bel Canto

It has been raining for several days in a row, and shows no sign of weakening. I feel quite comfortable and undisturbed. I find the rain is pouring only in periods, so I even go out without my annoying umbrella which I often forgot to take home, I can always stay somewhere dry until the rain takes its break. I have Bel Canto with me. I am halfway through it, and I find it not very convincing. It has an interesting idea of terrorists storming an international gathering, taking hostages of an assortment of people from different countries, only to miss their intended target, the President, who has stayed at home to watch his favorite soap. The characters, including the terrorists, are not very different from each other, even though they speak different languages, they look very English to me like the author herself, that is, she is everywhere. It is not much of a siege story as a romance happening at some vacation resort. Her prose is warm and fun, anyway, I am kidnapped and break out laughing at some unexpected moments.