i am a romanticist at heart. looking out of the huge glass window of the van into the wet gloomy skies of taipei, i feel like i am infatuated with the city, at first sight. it's all about feelings; everything feels so right. a sleep romantic old soul with a modern technological side to it, so much like this writer.

the windows are fogged up. i use the back of my hand to rub against the glass. a circle of semi-clearness in the middle of foggy vision. this is my idea of happiness. it takes so little to be happy. the green shrubs, the mountain, the cold air, teardrops on my quitar playing into my ears. i want to remember everything.