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From an old blog dated July 5, 2003
...the streets of this uninteresting strange city. City is not a very good word. I can compare it better to a passenger on an airplane sitting next to you. You remain seated so closely for hours perfectly aware of each other's presence, yet oblivious to each other's lives. Once you land you'll never see each other again... thank god, for most cases. Edmonton is my airplane neighbour.
It's somehow comforting to witness the thoughts that one no longer has any memory of. One small benefit of having electronically recorded journal is its ease with which irrelevant information can be accessed pretty much anytime. In less than 9 days my life will be turned up-side down for the fourth time, yet I shall look fondly at the this journal and remember things that otherwise would have just slip through the cracks caused by everyday redundancy. I am glad that I came here and glad that I no longer feel the same way about this city. I have learned a lot, which is one small benefit of having a life.
...the streets of this uninteresting strange city. City is not a very good word. I can compare it better to a passenger on an airplane sitting next to you. You remain seated so closely for hours perfectly aware of each other's presence, yet oblivious to each other's lives. Once you land you'll never see each other again... thank god, for most cases. Edmonton is my airplane neighbour.
It's somehow comforting to witness the thoughts that one no longer has any memory of. One small benefit of having electronically recorded journal is its ease with which irrelevant information can be accessed pretty much anytime. In less than 9 days my life will be turned up-side down for the fourth time, yet I shall look fondly at the this journal and remember things that otherwise would have just slip through the cracks caused by everyday redundancy. I am glad that I came here and glad that I no longer feel the same way about this city. I have learned a lot, which is one small benefit of having a life.