Somewhere inside there is a desire to be on a rooftop in the late afternoon sun. On that rooftop there is food on a grill, and fresh fruit and cold drinks and friends sitting and standing and dancing and laughing. The dusk is something dreaded and welcomed at the same time. When a moment is good we want it to last forever! I saw this place a few days ago from the sports field at Jiao Tong. I have no idea if that apartment building roof would have looked anything like I pictured it in my mind's eye. Dusty and dirty, probably. But it's imagining moments and experiences that are so feasible and close, but also a little bit obscure, that stop me in my tracks. And i get called absentminded.

I want to write. That's what I feel right now. I am not a businessman, and i have never been good with numbers. Yoon told me he envies guys who can pursue what they want; he told me it's a lot harder than it seems. He is absolutely right. It was quite easy, now that I am here, to get here. That's not the destination of my personal legend, rather it was one of few initial steps. I am blessed indeed and in this moment things seem very clear. I wish to dispel all illusions except those that my imagination creates. Those I want to embrace and make reality.

I want to skip a stone on the still ocean and watch it soar like a comet with a bright burst of color behind it, rocketing down again and richocheting back up again and again, lighting up the waters with purple and green until it crashes against my body. In that moment I would splinter into fragments to be carried by the wind somewhere high and grassy. And then, I want the fragments to make a whole.



Wan an