:: Manifesting My Invisible City ::
And so, as it was to be, I met W for our prearranged traditional tea.
Complete with cucumber sandwiches and scones, and tea, of course.
Amidst a row of lovely bamboo trees, and the chatters of tai-tais.
Then we were off to see Pin Pin's Invisible City.
All shows were sold out less the 9:00PM one.
I found Invisible City trying to deliver a message about the important of history.
Not history from the textbooks, but the unwritten history,
Struggling to be recorded before they fade into non-existence.
I have lots of history.
I have been writing diaries since fourteen; still doing so.
I have been blogging for about seven years.
I have several boxes of snail mail; much less nowadays.
And of course, I have many photos, of all forms.
All these efforts are probably my savings for the future.
For that will come when I cannot even remember to remember
Like a character in Invisible City who realises that
The DV tapes are the only fragments of him that he'll leave behind.
While Pin Pin realises that it is about "the need to be remembered
For what one has seen and experienced, about the fear of being
Forgotten and unaccounted for," does it really matter?
I suppose, if it matters, one will do something about it.
If it doesn't, it doesn't matter, really.
Time passes, and the world moves on regardless.