A classmate and I were walking in the streets of Shanghai at 5 AM to the Metro station (we went to a club then sat on a table ‘talking about life’ (as vapid and trite as it sounds) until around 4 AM, then slept for one more hour on the sofas in the lobby of the other friend’s house) and I had this moment of epiphany… and pure bliss. It sort of felt like I was high on MJ, or maybe because I had some whiskey the night before, but the somber, regimented streets of Shanghai suddenly felt so surreal. And it wasn’t just that moment as well… when we were at Perry’s, or getting money from one of those impeccable, septic ‘hospital rooms’ they call ATMs, or when our taxi was the ONLY car in the tunnel to Pudong… a feeling of pseudo-drunkness combined with the half-retarded glare of a newborn baby gazing at the world.
Then for the past two days I’ve been forced to stay home from school due to director’s concern of me spreading chicken pox to others. Holy shit, the mental games and perpetual thinking, and endeavors to transgress my MUNDANE SHIT to something ethereal and abstract have almost driven me crazy… I’m having the constant urge to sleep in hopes that I’ll find solace from this onerous mental game.
Well yeh, those surreal moments are always there —anywhere, anytime. We just have to learn to be receptive to them. It’ll make your daily walks much more interesting