Taipei Travel Journal / Quasi-Neon Back Alley Dreams

I've dreamt some dreams lately that happen late at night, assymetric dreams. The streets of Taipei like those neon rebel gods. I've been to places before where the nighttime matters, perhaps, more than the daytime; here things are nearly even.

I've tried to wander-walk these past few days, peeking into side-streets, imagining this place to be somewhere else, dreaming of those twelve hours spent in Tokyo a few years back, sick, broke and confused. First travels. Now I am worry-less, well-disposed, but as I point my lens into those short ends of the city, I try to remember how unbalanced our dreams are, how uneven our realities. And so I tilt, try to not-compose, to de-frame, to un-learn. I'm not good at it though, my soul stiff perhaps.

I want this city to scare me more, to take me. I want to get lost in reality so as to steady my dreams.