The Carnival Months...(31/8)

2007 is a fast moment...the past few months nurtured a blossoming self during the transition of time and displacement of coordination on the planet. Contemplation is splendid in the fast moving seconds. Milestones are set up as achievement plan to landmark the hurdles I climb over and the destination I have wondered.
I drilled into the taste of vodka when the winter was frozen in still bubbles. The exploration of the Sputnik project resembled the high hope of the Russian astronauts in the 50's. There must be a dark side of the moon, that contemporary jargon of to-be. Rushing back, sneaking in the ventilation-driven cubic apartments of darkness and coolness, were the routine exercises of ups and downs. Days followed speedily without any clue of an end. There was a moment when a break opened the tunnel to the other bank of the Pacific, a spacious tranquility of lighthouse, shivering, under the mild breeze from the West.
Revisiting the playground was a shuttle run. Paris looked fine, and so did the hand script of David Lynch.
Dubai is a vivid city in full gear of digging and drilling. Impressionant!
Hong Kong is still in its suffocating stage within the oxygen tank. A flawless mentality of bouger and bouger.
Finally, it was the moment when the shiny bleu got installed in the aquamarine, a nice colour, VS1, carat-full in terms of affluence, under a panoramic cut of the two sides of the city.
Shows were going on, and when they started, they ended. A cycle reversed and resumed.
In this state of sedimentation, the buried is age.