‘Remember? We used to grant wishes.’ The man smiled. ‘Do you need to realize a wish?’
Sevjo was recalling memories.
‘You know we can. I saw you walking around the woods. Is there something or someone inside that you yearn for?’
You can do that for me? Sevjo thought.
‘Anything, try us. You know, we’re more powerful today.’
‘I want to find...’ But Sevjo was hesitate to say the name out. He knew well once he gave the name, Tane would never be at peace again.
‘It’ll be a good chance for us to show you how good we are now.’ The man showed a smile with unexplainable conceit.
‘I need to think it over.’ Sevjo lowered his voice.
‘I’ll be around and won’t go away unless you tell me a definite no. You know the rules.’ Then he walked away slowly.
Sevjo showed pain in his eyes. I need to go away to hide from them, from this continent. As he walked on he thought a lot. Then he knew he can ask them to place him in other continent. He was bored with this one. Where should I go? Then he thought of Africa. Tane came from Australasia, and wandered here. Why can’t I go to Africa, the Sahara...
Cross-continental projection.
2008年12月19日 星期五
2008年11月30日 星期日
an old friend, an old society
A man wearing a dark fur coat approached Sevjo. ‘You’re German?’
Sevjo shook his head. He sensed something.
‘Would you like a ride?’
‘No.’
‘You can have a reward for that.’
‘No. I don’t need any money.’
The man spoke in a low voice, ‘Not money. It’s a credit for you to do many things.’
Sevjo stepped back and was ready to run.
Then the man spoke out a strange name. Upon this, Sevjo stood still.
‘You still remember. Then come, we can get together. You can lead a better life than this.’
‘What’s the meaning of going on like...?’
The man’s eyes under the dark thick hair were forceful. ‘We’ve changed. We’re different from our former selves. You don’t want to live like this again, do you?’
‘There’s nothing bad about this living...’
‘You know well this is bad. We’re different now. Come back and join us again.’
Sevjo was speechless.
Sevjo shook his head. He sensed something.
‘Would you like a ride?’
‘No.’
‘You can have a reward for that.’
‘No. I don’t need any money.’
The man spoke in a low voice, ‘Not money. It’s a credit for you to do many things.’
Sevjo stepped back and was ready to run.
Then the man spoke out a strange name. Upon this, Sevjo stood still.
‘You still remember. Then come, we can get together. You can lead a better life than this.’
‘What’s the meaning of going on like...?’
The man’s eyes under the dark thick hair were forceful. ‘We’ve changed. We’re different from our former selves. You don’t want to live like this again, do you?’
‘There’s nothing bad about this living...’
‘You know well this is bad. We’re different now. Come back and join us again.’
Sevjo was speechless.
2008年11月16日 星期日
Tane vanished in the dark forest
The next morning, Tane set off for the forest.
Sevjo stopped at the sight of the trees. He thought: Why does he want to go into the forest? He knows I’m following, so in the forest he can chase me back? He can kill me there if he wants to. Suddenly the dark forest seemed a barrier of trees melted into a continental blockage.
It took Sevjo courage and hope on the positive side to follow Tane into the forest. Once in it, Sevjo felt hard to breathe. He lost sight of Tane who seemed dissolved into the complicating trunks and deep foliage. Sevjo found himself lost. He could retreat, but then he would lose Tane, maybe forever. They had just met for so short a time. Would Sevjo want to leave his would-be angel in this dark woody...then he recalled what the name Tane originated. Yes, he was the god of trees. He shall revive in the woods by probing into this mid-summer night dreamland. He gains spirit. But can I?
Sevjo went out of the forest, wandering outside. He didn’t know which was the right direction. He hopelessly pondered. Once in a while he went inside the woods again, then out. Tane was nowhere to be traced.
Sevjo stopped at the sight of the trees. He thought: Why does he want to go into the forest? He knows I’m following, so in the forest he can chase me back? He can kill me there if he wants to. Suddenly the dark forest seemed a barrier of trees melted into a continental blockage.
It took Sevjo courage and hope on the positive side to follow Tane into the forest. Once in it, Sevjo felt hard to breathe. He lost sight of Tane who seemed dissolved into the complicating trunks and deep foliage. Sevjo found himself lost. He could retreat, but then he would lose Tane, maybe forever. They had just met for so short a time. Would Sevjo want to leave his would-be angel in this dark woody...then he recalled what the name Tane originated. Yes, he was the god of trees. He shall revive in the woods by probing into this mid-summer night dreamland. He gains spirit. But can I?
Sevjo went out of the forest, wandering outside. He didn’t know which was the right direction. He hopelessly pondered. Once in a while he went inside the woods again, then out. Tane was nowhere to be traced.
2008年11月9日 星期日
Laurasia and Gondwanaland
9/11
Why did he pretend not knowing I’m the person that was following him?
Then Sevjo was aware of this consciousness. Haunted, by so clearly of what he is doing. Conscious of consciousness. Observing myself in the end, to the end, without an end...
When Sevjo finally got up, he could only manage to track a weak signal of Tane. He tried hard to get closer to him despite feeling hungry.
I interrupted. Why do you write all these? Is it related to me?
My future me replied, ‘Yes, but not now. We’ll meet them in the end of this century.’
What? The end of the century? That’s still a long way to go.
‘Believe me. You aren’t dead yet by then.’
Sevjo found the place Tane spent the night. He wanted to check in, but had not. He left himself some hope by looking upwards from outside the motel to those rooms with or without light. It created hope. He wanted himself to bear a thread of hope.
In his room Tane was reading a book on Laurasia. In it he noticed Gondwanaland as well. The north and south. Why it is two, instead of three? Tane thought. What if some people, or aliens, bear the mentality of the three, the trinity, the trio, to view the magnetic field, would they still regard the the world as two?
Why did he pretend not knowing I’m the person that was following him?
Then Sevjo was aware of this consciousness. Haunted, by so clearly of what he is doing. Conscious of consciousness. Observing myself in the end, to the end, without an end...
When Sevjo finally got up, he could only manage to track a weak signal of Tane. He tried hard to get closer to him despite feeling hungry.
I interrupted. Why do you write all these? Is it related to me?
My future me replied, ‘Yes, but not now. We’ll meet them in the end of this century.’
What? The end of the century? That’s still a long way to go.
‘Believe me. You aren’t dead yet by then.’
Sevjo found the place Tane spent the night. He wanted to check in, but had not. He left himself some hope by looking upwards from outside the motel to those rooms with or without light. It created hope. He wanted himself to bear a thread of hope.
In his room Tane was reading a book on Laurasia. In it he noticed Gondwanaland as well. The north and south. Why it is two, instead of three? Tane thought. What if some people, or aliens, bear the mentality of the three, the trinity, the trio, to view the magnetic field, would they still regard the the world as two?
2008年10月31日 星期五
the dire condition of a transitory epoch
A coming vehicle projected a warning sound. Sevjo looked at it, then at Tane who happened to glance at him from some distance away.
He knows I’m following him? Sevjo thought, then stopped walking, and toned his meter which looked like a PDA. On it Tane’s location was fixed. Something on Tane was locked up on the meter.
Sevjo did not want to sit down, fearing he would fall asleep and never wake up again. He stood again. Tane was coming towards him. Sevjo sat down.
‘Hi.’ Tane said to Sevjo.
Sevjo looked up. When he saw the eyes again, he was speechless. He was reminiscent of the desperation that long plagued this continent, some generations and now himself. Something that remained him of the protest against the dire condition of a transitory epoch.
He closed his eyes and looked down, not daring to look into hope.
‘Do you know where I can get to...’ Tane half knelt to show him a map.
Sevjo looked at the part of map. Once I was there. He wanted to show the direction, but his finger and mouth were hung and freezed.
‘Okay, I’ll find my way. Sorry to have disturbed you.’ Tane stood up and walked on.
He knows I’m following him? Sevjo thought, then stopped walking, and toned his meter which looked like a PDA. On it Tane’s location was fixed. Something on Tane was locked up on the meter.
Sevjo did not want to sit down, fearing he would fall asleep and never wake up again. He stood again. Tane was coming towards him. Sevjo sat down.
‘Hi.’ Tane said to Sevjo.
Sevjo looked up. When he saw the eyes again, he was speechless. He was reminiscent of the desperation that long plagued this continent, some generations and now himself. Something that remained him of the protest against the dire condition of a transitory epoch.
He closed his eyes and looked down, not daring to look into hope.
‘Do you know where I can get to...’ Tane half knelt to show him a map.
Sevjo looked at the part of map. Once I was there. He wanted to show the direction, but his finger and mouth were hung and freezed.
‘Okay, I’ll find my way. Sorry to have disturbed you.’ Tane stood up and walked on.
2008年10月23日 星期四
in the vast mediocracy of everyday life, Sevjo noticed Tane
Tane met many people. Some he still remembered, some forgot. There was one person who fell in the forget realm. His name is Sevjo. He saw Tane as people coming from another continent. In the vast mediocracy of everyday life, he noticed him.
Sevjo took out something square, browsed the Web and found the meaning of ‘Tane’. It is not a brand name. He thought. Who would wear one’s name on the clothing?
Then they caught sight of each other. Just by that glimpse Sevjo was moved. He thought he had found something uncommon. Not a city dweller. Not a flesh dweller. In a while he stood up, following the pace of Tane, in fear of losing the trace of a would-be angel.
Sevjo recorded his own move, his direction and Tane’s, starting a unique journey. Then he knew Tane was wandering. He thought: how long have I not wandered any more? I lose myself in this city junkle. I hate it but I am hopeless, not even walking, just sit there and watch the summon of lethal accident that thrown upon me or nearby, so that the decision to suicide is not up to me. But why am I attracted to this... wandering entity? I fall in love with him? No, it can’t possibly be. I am not in love with anyone, anything, at anytime anymore. What is my hope? To kill him, to help him? Am I still thinking myself an angel, like him, who would help?
Sevjo took out something square, browsed the Web and found the meaning of ‘Tane’. It is not a brand name. He thought. Who would wear one’s name on the clothing?
Then they caught sight of each other. Just by that glimpse Sevjo was moved. He thought he had found something uncommon. Not a city dweller. Not a flesh dweller. In a while he stood up, following the pace of Tane, in fear of losing the trace of a would-be angel.
Sevjo recorded his own move, his direction and Tane’s, starting a unique journey. Then he knew Tane was wandering. He thought: how long have I not wandered any more? I lose myself in this city junkle. I hate it but I am hopeless, not even walking, just sit there and watch the summon of lethal accident that thrown upon me or nearby, so that the decision to suicide is not up to me. But why am I attracted to this... wandering entity? I fall in love with him? No, it can’t possibly be. I am not in love with anyone, anything, at anytime anymore. What is my hope? To kill him, to help him? Am I still thinking myself an angel, like him, who would help?
2008年10月15日 星期三
writing about the future Tane
Well, you can tell me about those future things and I can write...for you.
‘I can’t tell you everything.’
Do you know where is Tane?
‘I know. I would write it out. Then you’ll know.’
Can’t you tell me now?
‘I’m not your private prophet.’
How can I know you’re are creating something out?
‘You can check it out. But then it costs you efforts and lots of time. Do you really need to know where a person is? As long as you know he/she is alive and well, there’s no need to ask more or know more.’
I grew speechless.
X X X X X
‘This is the future me, the future version of Gt, writing.’
Tane met his father in England, only to know his mother died earlier. He felt sad and could not bear to stay in her house. He left for home. Then he recalled Gt telling him Cancer is at times a wanderer, so he started to do so. Just one try and he believed in it.
He wandered in the old Western legacy as a foreigner. Tane did not mind his father or others blaming him for wandering around, from his mother’s homeland to elsewhere. He did not mind losing contact with his friends or Gt or CoDa.
There have been so many souls wandering and drifting on this piece of continent ever since human history, what am I to resist if I am already here? He thought. Gt would know.
Dual identity saying: I know, but 21st century Gt doesn’t, not in the beginning. Until now.
‘I can’t tell you everything.’
Do you know where is Tane?
‘I know. I would write it out. Then you’ll know.’
Can’t you tell me now?
‘I’m not your private prophet.’
How can I know you’re are creating something out?
‘You can check it out. But then it costs you efforts and lots of time. Do you really need to know where a person is? As long as you know he/she is alive and well, there’s no need to ask more or know more.’
I grew speechless.
X X X X X
‘This is the future me, the future version of Gt, writing.’
Tane met his father in England, only to know his mother died earlier. He felt sad and could not bear to stay in her house. He left for home. Then he recalled Gt telling him Cancer is at times a wanderer, so he started to do so. Just one try and he believed in it.
He wandered in the old Western legacy as a foreigner. Tane did not mind his father or others blaming him for wandering around, from his mother’s homeland to elsewhere. He did not mind losing contact with his friends or Gt or CoDa.
There have been so many souls wandering and drifting on this piece of continent ever since human history, what am I to resist if I am already here? He thought. Gt would know.
Dual identity saying: I know, but 21st century Gt doesn’t, not in the beginning. Until now.
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