Mental Picture 2.1

They say Taipei is one of the safest cities in the world, and I keep this in mind as I take the half hour walk back to my hostel. It was nearing midnight and it would have been pointless to run to a train or bus station as I had already missed the last trips. It could have been my visitors' ignorance that gave me the feeling of security, or the fact that I'd had a bit of wine before walking, but no danger came to me that night. 

I remember taking a picture of a cafe, because it reminded me of a street in Munich for some reason. Do cities end up looking alike in the dark? Or perhaps I never stay long enough tell them apart. 

Maybe one day.

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I tried getting back into Pokemon Go in Taipei but couldn't concentrate, so I've started playing it again in Manila if only to have another excuse to wander not so aimlessly about. Besides, I do love walking.

Mental Picture 2.0

I am in Taiwan, seated in a train to the city. Outside, small houses dot the passing hills like mushrooms, all asleep in a veil of descending fog. I try to spot an open door, to try to catch a glimpse of what lives people lead inside, but the vision rushes past, and my eyes are blurry with sleep. 

In the distance, Taipei emerges from the endless white sky.

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I'm going to try to write again, for myself. It's been years.