PETER CHUN MAO WU

Sights Sounds Silence

Posted in Fiction by peterchunmaowu on December 9, 2009

Just returned from a trip to Lodz, Poland for the Plus Cameraimage Film Festival. It was an … interesting experience. The above photo is the lovely view from my hotel window. (Side note, this is the town where David Lynch filmed a lot of INLAND EMPIRE. Movie makes perfect sense to me now.)

Now for some unrelated jetlagged/sleepless thoughts…

• A tow truck towing a tow truck.

• Drinking, smoking, television, shit food. People would rather have an illusion of control and be unhealthy, than accept fact and be subservient.

• Your family (Parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, grandparents, nieces, nephews, etc.) VS. Your family (wife, husband, children, pets)

• An old-fashioned roadside diner. Five girls dressed in uniforms eat pancakes while their teacher talks to them about losing her virginity while on a Missionary trip to South America. She is 21.

• The Myth of Horatio Alger.

• “I just want to mee a nice girl that hasn’t been molested!” – Anonymous

• The most scared and fearful also have the most faith in God.

• A woman in a Burka with Christian Louboutin heels holding a Blackberry Curve® and wearing a swine flu mask.

• A court in Bologna banned a film summing up the reasons as: Obscene content offensive to public decency… presented with obsessive self-indulgence, catering to the lowest instincts of the libido, dominated by the idea of stirring unchecked appetites for sexual pleasure, permeated by scurrilous language… accompanied off screen by sounds, sighs, and shrieks of climax pleasure. (sounds like an amazing review to me!)

• People who work out VS. people who are strong.

• Sexual currency.

• Television and advertising as oppression. You are watching not shows with commercial breaks, but commercial interrupted by shows.

• MASALA OMLETTE
1 Medium sized chopped Onion
1 Small sized chopped Tomato
2 Chopped Green chili
1/2 tsp Garam Masala Powder
1/2 tsp Cumin Seed powder
1 tsp Olive Oil
Pinch of Curry Powder
Salt to taste

• And so she rested her head in my lap and fell into a deep sleep instantly. She dreamed of islands floating upside down in the ocean. Tree roots sticking out of the dirt and bedrock like skeleton hands.

Her boat was fast and had only a small red sail. The wind was warm as it carried us to the shore.

“I miss this place and feeling this way” she whispered

My feet blended perfectly with the smooth soft sand. I traced snakes with my toe and watched the water swallow up my lines.

TBC…

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  1. Jnicely said, on December 13, 2009 at 11:15 pm

    I saw a tow truck towing a truck once… my camera ran out of batteries when I went to photograph it…


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