Monday, August 08, 2005
Today- 8 August 2005
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.
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.