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Abandoned Night

Over Reached

Locked Up

Sneaky Hole

Cool Bananas

Over Watched

Under Looked

Through the Mesh

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At Night and Lonely

An autumn night in Sydney is not too cold to stroll along the streets, not as cold as the city itself. Not many creatures are active in this hour but the motionless despair. It invisibly creeps out of its cave and relentlessly swallow its preys, alive. There are so many lights but they cannot see way…home. Five steps to break down.

Windows

One: Looking through windows, fuel is burning to light the pantry for no one to eat.

Doors

Two: Many entrances but no access.

Down There

Three: Only one way down.

Wait

Four: Waiting to go back home.

Sweet Lullaby

Five: No where to go just sleeping on the reality.

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Creep

I got hooked right away by this marvellous flash music video with great music from Radiohead. It is the first animation published on MediaStorm which was stumbled on.

Response to the lovely The Cult of Accountancy. Hail, salariman!

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The Easter Journey

Easter marks the end and the beginning of a life cycle. Coincidentally, or not, it is close to Thai Songkran Festival as well. This kind of occasion is always a reflective time. Call me very old-fashion, but I find it is a better and quieter time to be introspective than the modern international New Year.

It is another year that I browse Sydney on the dawn of Easter long weekend. Last year, the fog hazed the ambient. This year it is a bit wet and I decide to look into some of the back lanes. To see the city calms down in the beginning of the day is quite something.

Down I Come

Escalating down on the glooming morning.

Phillip Street

Looking at the wet and empty city.

Cave

Hidden place to rest the souls.

Service

He is doing it for us.

Sacred

Where cleansing begins and ends.

Guard

That is it! I am not going in.

Down the Pipe

I dare you!

Way in

But how to get out?

The Ladder

Up there or down here?

Light Steps

Considering stepping back up to the light.

Everybody does stupid things, so why can’t we forgive ourselves and others and move on. Maybe the guilt that we can’t let go keeps haunting us. Too many questions and not enough satisfied answers, what a human!

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