July 22, 2011
and so i went back to where it all began. where i breathed into life and woke up to smell camellias. where i first saw shining light and it was the opera house. where i first felt the sensation of sand on my skin at bondi beach. where, such first visions cannot be intricately described because of the memory lapse of the earlier period of my life.
and so i thought i could go regain my childhood memory. i was suppose to become one with the city. suppose to follow the dynamic of their rapid pace and movement. suppose to see the glitter in the stillness of the harbour. suppose to feel that city sounds like bus honks and sirens and bells were as proficient to me as my own heartbeat.
but such a familiar place felt so foreign to me.