I got the sudden urge to write. Not being a writer, it is a very strange sensation. That and maybe I shouldn’t have watched an entire DVD box with masterpieces from the director Wong Kar Wai. Don’t be alarmed, I did not rip off the DVD’s – it is my own little scribble of a text. I may regret putting it out there, but I feel words should not be deprived existance, how bad or silly they may seem together in the form of a text.
He is not from this city, yet he know it by heart. He knows every inch of it and morphs into it like a vital element of its being. How a boy can be so in tune with it’s surroundings is beyond her.
A place she’s known all her life seems suddenly fresh and new and exiting. All because he walks in it. And she walks though it with him. As if a veil had been lifted from the grim looking city and turned into a vivid and beautiful place in front of her.
And when not together, she imagines… she figures he’d probably be out walking the streets; looking at people, watching their busy-ness, mingling in the crowd and being taken up by the city in its darkness, yet its evening lights as well. Thinking of her and how they could be walking together – sometimes in utter silence – sometimes in foolish conversation… and it does not bother her he wanders like that, because it is part of his charm, and who he is. A boy who wonders and needs to be roaming free.