Best of January 2016!

Vancouver, Washington State, Oregon State, Hong Kong, Macau, and National Gallery Singapore. 

I can't believe we are already over a month into 2016. All the photos in this post were taken in January.

Here's a short poem I wrote as I waited for these photos to upload, inspired by friends who were cramming their philosophy papers (you know who you are).

Typing: The Clicks and

Monotonous clacking of fingers

Creates a discord that lingers.

Children and adults alike

Take part in this making of music that is unlike

That of any other.

Each keystroke becomes smoother,

As our fingers run more and more swiftly across keyboards,

Making distinct chords,

And composing music

That becomes almost therapeutic.

After a while, I slowly drift into the deepest abyss

Of bliss.


 "My torso is bigger than your face." 

"My torso is bigger than your face." 

 Missing the chill vibes of Vancouver.

Missing the chill vibes of Vancouver.

 The small yellow steamboat stumbles its way across the salty sea.

The small yellow steamboat stumbles its way across the salty sea.

 Once beautiful. Now dystopic. 

Once beautiful. Now dystopic. 

 Once a daily routine. Now, a long lost dream.

Once a daily routine. Now, a long lost dream.

 The last day she held my hand. The hour before she said "I love you." The minute before tears streamed down her face. I wish she knew that I didn't feel the same.

The last day she held my hand. The hour before she said "I love you." The minute before tears streamed down her face. I wish she knew that I didn't feel the same.

 "It looks like Western civilization." 

"It looks like Western civilization." 

 Gallons of water jumping off a cliff. Is this really what constitutes beauty?

Gallons of water jumping off a cliff. Is this really what constitutes beauty?

 The scent of smoked salmon lingers in the air. 

The scent of smoked salmon lingers in the air. 

Her futile attempt to eternalize love.

 Balls of colour line the city.

Balls of colour line the city.

 Home for sixteen hours.

Home for sixteen hours.

 Not home yet.

Not home yet.

 Found a tree. Found a bridge. Lost my sanity. 

Found a tree. Found a bridge. Lost my sanity. 

 The day I found Andy Warhol.

The day I found Andy Warhol.

Imagine if we lived in the skies and the earth was an impenetrable boundary for humanity.

 The way to find a way to be the way.

The way to find a way to be the way.

 Humans are the missing link.

Humans are the missing link.

 Contemplating aesthetics under a dome.

Contemplating aesthetics under a dome.

 The photograph before I got scolded for attempting to open a door that looked like it should be opened. 

The photograph before I got scolded for attempting to open a door that looked like it should be opened. 

 Art museums keep me alive.

Art museums keep me alive.

 Eyes locked. Moment of silence.

Eyes locked. Moment of silence.

 Golden benches of the hour.

Golden benches of the hour.

 ...the time I willingly laid down inside a prison cell.

...the time I willingly laid down inside a prison cell.

 A special moment.

A special moment.

 Getting a little  too  up close and personal.

Getting a little too up close and personal.

 So close yet so far

So close yet so far

 Eternally trapped in a contortionist's body.

Eternally trapped in a contortionist's body.

 | 1 , 2 |

| 1 , 2 |

 "Man, look at her rosy cheeks" 

"Man, look at her rosy cheeks" 

 I'm feeling blue, da bu di da bu dai.

I'm feeling blue, da bu di da bu dai.

 Caged.

Caged.

 Light and shadow frolicking 

Light and shadow frolicking 

 | infinite 

| infinite 

 In progress

In progress

 Each story crammed into a bottle. Multiple generations crammed into an armoire. 

Each story crammed into a bottle. Multiple generations crammed into an armoire. 

 "It's like a square spiral." 

"It's like a square spiral." 

 "Why are you in my shot, man?"

"Why are you in my shot, man?"

 Stuck, but out of place 

Stuck, but out of place 

 Each peach pear plum.

Each peach pear plum.

 Hello world, I'm here.

Hello world, I'm here.

 Wait, where am I?

Wait, where am I?

 It looks like a jellyfish.

It looks like a jellyfish.

 Consumption!

Consumption!

 The future is gaining on us.

The future is gaining on us.

 Round 2.0

Round 2.0

 Street Streaks

Street Streaks

 Nighttime strolls with the sounds of urbanity. 

Nighttime strolls with the sounds of urbanity. 

 Constructs

Constructs

 Marble trespasser

Marble trespasser

 Oddly satisfying.

Oddly satisfying.

 Pancakes on pancakes on pancakes (or maybe they're waffles?!)

Pancakes on pancakes on pancakes (or maybe they're waffles?!)

 Stood here for ten minutes, trying to understand your lifestyle.

Stood here for ten minutes, trying to understand your lifestyle.

 Sipping on vodka. Sipping on gin. Sitting down. Cannot get up.

Sipping on vodka. Sipping on gin. Sitting down. Cannot get up.

 A mass of history takes its toll on my eyes.

A mass of history takes its toll on my eyes.

 Macau Skyline (1/3)

Macau Skyline (1/3)

 Macau Skyline (2/3)

Macau Skyline (2/3)

 Macau Skyline (3/3)

Macau Skyline (3/3)

 Heavy as a brick.

Heavy as a brick.

P.S. Thank you for reading this post. I hope you caught onto the three themes I was working with: 

  • "Treasure hunting" (a sense of finding and loss) 
  • Weight (literally and figuratively)
  • Home (a sense of belonging or safety)