Mostly I drive to get from one place to another, otherwise I take a taxi. After a meeting on Friday, I drove home. When the car was squarely parked in the basement, I sat there for a few minutes, listening to the radio playing Faye Wong. I decided I did not want to go home yet.
I drove out again, aimlessly.
I parked at the corner of some black building not too far from where I lived, sat there again, and listened to the radio. Eventually, I decided to go and walk around, as I had not been in that compound shopping mall before. I bought some grapes and kiwis, put them in the car, and wandered again.
I ended up at a small Japanese restaurant. I ordered what I wanted to see, and a glass of brown sugar plum wine.
My mind was blank, my heart numb, and soul bleary. Keep Reading…