周日海傍獨思鄉

hello,

i think, down below the vast open realm of memories, i’m hopelessly attached to the frozen pictures and air of the silent modern architectural ambience enjoyed at night. i.e. old nanaimo campus, vancouver’s coal harbour condo development project, and various modern architectural locations around the false creek area… unconscious product of urban expansion, yes. hence hopeless romanticism…

after a successful attempt tonight, for recording the song, i retreated to dine by myself, avoiding any company, at a rather empty restaurant a block or so away.

after being the sole customer served by three different waiters at the joint, i walked through a newly built overpass-park thing to the waterfront. nice chilled seabreeze and a quiet sunday night harbour view. sparse tourists, and couples with romantic interests, single moms dressed in loose clads, bouncing their way ahead of their two year old daughters.

sat a one of the cone-seat type construction by myself, marvelling at what i remember.

then i walked back up to the overpass-park thing. the lightings were designed in such a way that you can still see everything in the park, but since the lights were not coming from above, you get to see the sky and ocean view as well…

found myself a quiet spot for contemplation and reflection. what with this being the last night of freedom before i start my job tomorrow in the morning.

three pakistani guys sat around the grass box, with their shoes off. drinking skols and coka cola, with lots of hand gestures aiding their colourfully-toned conversation. a young indian boy running through the park at full speed, in his slippers and his back straight. full of life at the late hours of march 30th, 2008.

in the middle of the park there was this giant air vent thing disguised with a treated concrete and fragments of light biege marble fascade. lite by five florescent light bulbs from the ground on each side, giving the construction an air of coolness and warmth. i think i sat there looking at the thing for a good two hours before i even switch my attention to the couple sitting about 50 yards away from me, making out with the background of billboard signs from across the harbour.

i thought of all the time i’d spent between 17 – 23, in van and naim, alone at late hours contemplating on my own course of life, and how much i’d enjoyed surrounding myself with cold concrete and an open skyscape. how all that are no longer…

thank you for reading this.

in thoughts,

l w t v