November 8, 2009
ofcossolomon
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I'm sitting on a bench, in an urban park, in Sha Tin, consuming my hard-earned can of Mexican fair-traded coffee, imported from Japan, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
Where a piece of nature meets with steel and concrete.
Children singing, people dancing, seniors enjoying their walk in this man-made nature.
I can feel the gentle autumn wind breezes through the park.
The scholars are taking graduation photos, hugging their toy animals.
The uneducated are sweeping up the falling leaves, holding on to life.
Dream on the left, death on the right.
I'm about 30 feet from the recycle bins and garbage bins, the resting place of the unwanted.
I've added to the collection my metal coffee can. You had been a good companion for the last 30 minutes. I do not miss you.
For the same metal cans, they have separated lives ahead. Some ended up in the recycle bin, some are discarded to the garbage pile.
But they are all dug up by an old scavenger, towed away in an half torn carton box, which, itself is also scavenged.
Sitting on a bench, glazing into the sky. I wonder if someone is looking back.
Looking from up and above, hundreds of light years away, onto this lonely planet.
Where great stories, cultures, civilizations, achievements, and all of humanity, happened in this tiny pixel in space.
For once, I feel guilty to tell you all this while sitting on a bench, from my iPhone, through the cellphone towers, via the inter-tubes, on your computer monitor, in a society fueled with consumerism, powered by coal and oil.
I got three mosquito bites on my hands while I was typing this.
We've left a lot of marks on earth, it is fair for her to leave some on me.
