Saturday night was amazing. I went to a photography event which was so interesting. One of the photo
Saturday night was amazing. I went to a photography event which was so interesting. One of the photographers documented her own self-harm along with others who did the same. It was disturbing, but profound at the same time. Afterwards I met up with two guys, both of whom I sort of but not really knew from classes, and they said I’m welcome to join them for dinner. We walked around the European buildings, which were beautifully lit up at night, but at the spur of the moment we decided to go to 1933 because it wasn’t too far. Oh man, getting there was incredible. We walked through the normal, real neighborhoods and alleyways and I loved it. We walked, took the subway, and walked more through these neighborhoods. The memories of what I saw when taking glances through doors and windows are so vivid. I wish I had taken more pictures because it was all so real. I remember a woman surrounded by shoes and in the process of making another one. Old men smoking indoors. Families having dinner in their small shops. People rinsing their teeth on the sidewalk. We finally made it to 1933, which is an impressive piece of architecture. It was originally built as a slaughterhouse for cows and it now has restaurants in it. It’s still very empty though. It’s a maze of cement stairs, angles, and air bridges and we got lost a few times as we tried getting to a specific noodle restaurant. The food was delicious and we talked about subjects like immigration in the United States and our plans for the future. It was quiet and dark and very peaceful. We walked on the roof of the building, giving us a view of the skyline and the tops of the neighborhoods we walked through. I wanted to take it all in. We trekked back to the subway, through those neighborhoods again. I bought a cute pencil from a lady’s small shop while my friends haggled for some rackets. We ran across wide streets to beat the lights. We made our way through narrow paths and by the rivers. When we got to the subway, which was above ground, we all agreed that we had a great adventure. One read Confucius, one played with his phone, and I looked out at the window listening to the Howl’s Moving Castle song “The Merry-Go-Round of Life.” -- source link
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