the white noise of andalusia

trapped in the narrow lanes of the Andalusia
at the village of uniform white washed walls
caught in a white noise of amnesia
unable to tell left from right, past from future

celebrated in the lost within conformation
at least in the confidence of alikeness
can't be the only one without the directions,
unable to tell left from right, past from future









stopped the footsteps in the gold inconsistency of the church

am i,
knocking at the doors of answers, of "Yes & Amen",

or a refurbished bar to seek refuge in the deep jar of crimson wine.

color.

在统一的世界里
不知来何去向。

BARCELONA

i was all excited to write about Spain after watching a travel show on TV which kept me awed by Gaudi's architect and reminded me of my personal goal of going to Spain before 25. I imagined myself when im finally there infront of Sagrada Familia crying because then i'm finally finally there. It made me want to go in August when I can take part in La Tomatina, where people pack into the street of Bruñol and smash tomato at each other. but now i just finished writing my part of the report after being a climbing course assistant at a cramped up Climb Asia, i just cant wait to reunite with bed. Ciaoz~