nothing unusual

去深水辦點事。老規矩，行過d 鋪仔攤檔摷下八下，應向東時走下走下愈往西行，十分八分鐘應該搞定的，就延伸閱讀到天已黑齊。
近年網上 d related links 其實好累事，培養一個人左link 右link 唔好習慣，時時為一個字詞愈岔愈遠，終而不記來時路什至本來目的。
下一站本來打算去銅鑼灣，眼前一排街巷正值風光無限，個心就話：過兩日至去啦。
如此這般竟然覺得平白多出一段happy hour。這時迎面若來個熟人，就點都拉佢去三杯兩盞淡酒(下句係乜呢？)，冇喎，卻見街邊食檔煎緊蘿蔔糕阿叔好熱情咁揚聲招呼路人甲：臭架，你試下啦，臭哩。
八卦心性又起，點會有人強調自己賣d 野臭架？走近加埋個鼻考察，有喎，阿叔身旁有鍋應係臭豆腐。回頭見我，又推銷：o岩唔o岩？我唔怕佢臭，不過唔食。這應屬外賣食檔，靠馬路邊竟霸得空間置三張摺檯、幾張凳，它不算大排檔，可這時忽然好想就在路邊坐下來。
發泡膠盒盛著四條熱腸粉，甜醬麻麻、芝麻太少，卻容我一人獨佔三張空檯以及整幅眼前風景，nothing unusual，一種市井人間尋常情味。其實都是一樣的。坐在巴黎路邊咖啡座，或者去逛倫敦Portobello Road 摷舊野，一樣都是遊蕩，一樣都是經歷。
就在這個城市，自己出生的地方，還有多少街巷從未去過？
那麼還要不要去看老遠的人和地？無妨。
也許不必太煞有介事就是了。

歸去來兮

Oh my God, I’ll never get home
Russell Edson

A piece of a man had broken off in a road. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.
As he stoopped to pick up another piece he came apart at the waist.
His bottom half was still standing. He walked over on his elbows and grabbed the seat of his pants and said, legs go home.
But as they were going along his head fell off. His head yelled, legs stop.
And then one of his knees came apart. But meanwhile his heart had dropped out of his trunk.
As his head screamed, legs turn around, his tongue fell out.
Oh my God, he thought, I’ll never get home.

out there the night...

晚上回家想起要把這路記下來；
睡眼朦朧——係部手機，冇乜電。
機主一日才正開始。

form of being

我們是永遠不
可以回到
初始

畸人誌異

新年開筆、開工、定開心好呢？
o岩o岩去發哥哥處睇佢抄「假牙」d 詩，玩創左個心——
就講笑話。

K 說：o個日返屋企，入到大堂，個管理員唔識o既？佢望下我，睇住我用鎖匙開信箱，咦，唔得o既？個鎖壞壞地o既，咁電梯到就趕過去跟眾人入，到喇，出電梯，楂住鎖匙開鐵閘，又開唔到o既？望下度門，咦，點解唔係我屋企架？樓層o岩喎，唔通行錯隔離o個座？落番大堂，個管理員一路睇住我行出去，我唔敢望佢……原來真係行錯呀。
眾聲笑中我o懶心水清咁問：你係米寫緊小說？佢通常好嚴謹，會請好大假，日日夜夜迷頭迷腦；佢同屋住又會照顧週到，煮定一日三餐，分大碗小碗裝好放冰箱等佢叮黎食……咁o既存活狀態就乜事都會發生啦。
K 答：冇，我放工。

華山論劍，小的雖非劍聖，無理由唔還番一招半式o既——
o個日從機場回家，坐上機場巴士諗下過左海都係轉的士，前一日在張家界拗柴，隻腳又腫又痛，費事孤身隻影拖住行李行上屋前又斜又長石級；再諗，咦，住緊個處叫乜野苑話？咁一路由機場到北角再到魚涌點都諗唔到，十幾年住過d 地址一一浮現，獨欠等下要話俾司機聽去邊，個腦有個區域好似停電blackout ……死死氣，由巴士站拖曳抵家。
最弊沿路冇乜人可以打救，搬家以來都未話俾人知住左去邊，阿哥跟車搬野黎過但唔會記得地址；這星球上只SC 知，新居由佢轉介，據云空置日久，佢係掌匙人，但佢應該未起身，又無謂打擾佢兼話佢知我o既早發性癡呆丫。

咁這等遭遇係唔會得人同情o既，正在諗，最危險處亦最安全，不如一五一十寫低d 記憶data o係呢處，下次再有乜事，就求其搵人幫我上blog 睇下，我是誰、住o係邊話？

with love,

to all the good and bad times in 2007...