Today I went at the sunset under the rail bridge over the Eume river. I was very tired. I had some hard, bitter days, and I needed to walk by the promenade.
I sat down on the river side, and I began to observe how the waves on the water were created and destroyed by the wind. I was hearing “This is my truth, tell me yours” by the Manic Street Preachers. My thoughts diluted with the waves and music, and I felt free for an hour.
Then I remembered Wayne Wang’s “The Chinese Box“. If I can select a place to die, please, give me that peace.
