• white

    Lumbini

    回到旅馆,老板乌生帮我保留着同样的房间,推窗能看到尚可称之为花园的绿地,在贫瘠的蓝毗尼实属难得。

    蓝毗尼的十日内观,完全称得上吃苦夏令营。天天40+高温,凌晨1点仍保持在燥热的30度,没空调不说,还经常断电,夜里总是每隔一小时就被热醒,起来冲澡,再躺回像电热毯般发烫的床铺。

    床铺特别糟糕,石头砌的床架,一张褥子上都是灰,没有床单。我第一眼看到房间后想,上一回住这么可怕的地方,是二十来岁穷游时在曼谷待的…

  • chocolate

    Owl Post

    心血来潮注册了一个新的邮箱域名,叫猫头鹰邮政,hedwig@owlpost.uk (注册 uk 后缀是因为其他地址都没有了,我也不喜欢.co 就选了这个)

    服务器另外还送了一年免费域名,我挑了一个跳转到这里(早知道今天会想要注册邮箱专属域名,就不那么手快使用免赠机会了)

    开通了邮件写博客的功能(这么好用的功能怎么过去两年都没发现啊)

    哪怕是碎碎念,也应该好好攒下来保存在这里(不然一年几百块的网站费用不就…

  • white

    body is the planet

    Namaskaram.

    I had to spend every day at my apartment after having a serious fall in Iceland. Daylight in Akureyri was shorter than in Reykjavik. Time seemed to stand still. Could’t tell if it was…

  • white

    Love is silence

    Jan. 22

    Namaskaram.

    My landlord in Istanbul’s Kadikoy area was a cellist. He invited me to join him for a walk on the beach one day before my flight to Paris.

    His name was Taylan, pronounced like T…

  • orchid

    The Heart of a Broken Story | J. D. Salinger 

    J. D. Salinger
    The Heart of a Broken Story
    Esquire XVI, September 1941, Page 32, 131-133

    EVERY day Justin Horgenschlag, thirty-dollar-a-week printer’s assistant, saw at close quarters approximately sixty…

  • yellow

    the fall

    错过航班以后,问旅馆老板可不可以换到楼上房间,一楼环境太潮湿了。

    他说楼上都是价格很贵的套房耶,不过我可以给你免费升级到隔壁这间。

    去隔壁看,竟然是个一室一厅的套房。推门看到敞亮的卧室,心里好像也被阳光照进来。就为每天木地板上的光影,在这里多停留了一周。

    卧室紧邻一家咖啡厅,平时游客少,周末如果人多了就变成酒吧,嘈杂的对话和大声的音乐。或许这也是老板愿意以低于五折的价格让我续住的原因之一。

    某个清…

  • yellow

    talking to the moon

    在瑜伽教室楼下偶遇echo,她问我回国后过得怎么样?我终于可以对一个人如实说,还在消化这个夏天发生的事。

    十一月了,居然仍可以穿短袖和人字拖出门。从出生到现在好像没有在这座城市经历过这么高温的十一月。仿佛住在我心心念念的热带地区,夏天永不结束。

    这个被拉长的夏季变成一个缓冲,好让我继续慢慢整理加德满都的记忆。

    没料到echo接着我的话往下说,她和另外一个朋友也是如此,回国后经历了巨大的能量落差,花了一个…

  • yellow

    October Diaries

    2023-10-01

    Grace recognized me at the weekend fair and was astonished to see me still there. I explained I had accidentally missed my flight.

    Sitting in the courtyard eating together, she mentioned runn…

  • orchid

    TWO ENGLISH POEMS | Jorge Luis Borges

    I.
    The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have outlived the night.
    Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden with all hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desi…