Monday, August 08, 2005

Today- 8 August 2005

(Untitled artpiece by Joyce Chia)


Yesterday, Pearlyn told me there is a warehouse sale of books at Expo. Went there but found nothing that i want, therefore bought nothing.

Was at Kinokuniya's philosophy corner yesterday. Saw Popper's Open Society, which Yennie read. Saw also Wittgenstein's Tractatus, saw Betrand Russell's series of works, saw Descartes's works as well. Every books were right there in their places, just like 3 months ago. What was missing is someone; one that bears more significance than all those philosophers.


Passerby's Touch

A time when books were red and white;
Were it not for a passerby;
Who haul for one while ignores content;
But gaze with awe and touch with her hand.

Her touches are light;
Yet motionly wide;
With a mark she left;
On the book's inward breast.

The mark turned sore with tears and bleed;
Rewinding the touch that's preciously deep.

Where is the hand?
Where is its mistress?
It is there, it is there,
Walking away to another fair.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

"The day of the dragon-fly or the night of the Saturnid moth is not invalid simply because that phase in its life cycle is brief. Validity need have no relation to time, to duration, to continuity".- Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

The sense of loss is in every way, a vivid feeling. God be with you.

Zhenhao said...

well even if Lindbergh says so, i find that it is difficult to perceive something as valid if there is no continuity. but that's a nice quote to think about

Sze Zeng said...

"It was a time long gone, yet you remember those moments vividly in a part of your heart……Everyday, every hour, minute, and second passed… can no longer be retrieved…"- Joyce Chia


Dear anonymous: Who are you?

jacksons said...

Hey have you met up with LT yet?

Sze Zeng said...

Dear Jackson: Yes, i met LT. We talked over lunch but discussed nothing specifically much.