Graphic Adventures
Let me paint a picture for you.
My entire family. In the basement studio downstairs. It is 10:48 AM. My dad had taken a shot of red wine for health’s sake, and settled down with some adhesive gel pads and electrocution therapy; his entire leg is convulsing under his supervision, all in the name of healing. He is pleased and fit to purr.
Vivaldi is floating through the room, riding on the cool current of air; my mom is rocking on a small ottoman meant for a rocking chair, as she and Michael drudge through his Chinese homework. My sister and me are on the couch, on our laptops. Surfing away.
The stock market blinks pink, greens, and greys on the television screen.
So this is what it’s like to spend 2 months in Taiwan with your family. The pelvic pudge that silently waves at me in the mirror when I’m in the shower is the only evidence that time has accumulated… ohh, maybe that was too graphic…
We’d otherwise be the mall rats of Taipei 101. We played the roles well at least thrice last week.Yesterday we got stuck in an elevator of Mainland Chinese men, and got dragged to whatever floor they wanted to go.I would have loved to take a picture of their hairy moles, shared haircut and wardrobe, but the feeling of being cornered and smothered by so many strange bodies so obviously unfamiliar to me in mind and history had me paralyzed.
Anyhowzer: some quick snapshots of whatever it is I’ve been doing…
Some heat exhausted puppies at the Shi Lin nightmarket…
A Dior display mirrored upside down…
Shelves of tasty baked things…
One of many typical Chinese tourists…
A lonely security guard,
Some awesome astro-shoes,
An original helmet design…
and an apparent safety zone
It’s strange how relative height can change so much attitude. I feel so empowered, standing a head above most other girls…
<3
Graceee
