The moon paints a streak of silver on the black sea. Just at the edge of it, where the sky meets the water, a series of lights mark out the shape of another ship. The wind is truly cold as it whips at my clothes and the pages of my notepad. The deck I’m sitting at is brightly lit but it is the blackness out there, perforated only by a big glowing disc, that catches my attention. The low humming drone of the ship’s engine and the rhythmic splashing of the waves fills my ears only to be pierced now … Read the rest
Lying in the darkness between two backdrops, the left one to be used soon, and behind the one on the right a familiar scene is going on, a scene from a show that I’ve seen from the sidelines many times by now. I’m stretched out in the shape of a cross on the hard stage floor, staring up at the walkways and theater mechanics high above. The actors on the other side of the backdrop are performing a song and dance number and I can feel the vibrations in the floor. I zone out for a while, staring blankly at … Read the rest
Three empty seats across from me, two to the right. The seats are covered in a dreary blue cloth and the walls of my compartment are clinically grey. Outside the open compartment doors is an empty corridor and to my right, my white and orange jacket in front of the black window. It dangles back and forth with the trains motion, gadunk, gadunk, gadunk. This train reminds me of the Trans Siberian railway but not in a good way, rather in all the ways it is lacking. The compartments in those old Russian trains were more lively and more colorful. … Read the rest
The air is misty and the scene is bleak. A grayish black road with dirty snow piles along the side, and a layer of snow slush on the road that makes a sludgy noise with every step. There are birds chirping in the distance that make me feel weird. There is definitely something wrong when you exit the party just in time to hear bird song. At least the sun has the decency to not rise for another few hours. I feel relatively safe and, surprisingly, relatively sober.… Read the rest
Light drizzle eats away at the snow. I breath heavily as i walk up with my board under the arm. The hill is too short and too flat and the snow is too sticky for snowboarding, but I stubbornly keep doing it because it is more fun than sitting locked up in my room. The low gray clouds reflect the orange glow from the streetlights, casting an eerie light over the dismal scene, the fading snow and the lone snowboarder walking up for another run.… Read the rest
I have never seen a major city airport terminal so deserted. The place is huge and the shops are many, made to swallow thousands upon thousands of shopping hungry customers but, there is no one there. The sales clerks and airport staff easily outnumber the travelers. Large floor to ceiling windows are no match for the cold Beijing night and it feels chilly inside. In this vast, cold empty hall I feel very, very alone.… Read the rest
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