Tuesday, March 13, 2012

And I let down the crystal curtain

Today I commuted by bus. In the bus I had some time to read the short story collection Gold boy, emerald girl by Yiyun Li. I was completely immersed in the book. Depicting China "from the inside", the stories presented a world which is familiar - and very, very strange indeed.

I took some photographs of the dirt in the bus window; an interesting subject to explore.

(Posting title is from the poem The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance by Li Po, translated By Ezra Pound.)


Markus said...

"Bus" and "Red" work especially well for me. And I think I know that feeling of mentally travelling in a book - and suddenly jumping back into reality at the correct bus stop.

Juha Haataja said...

@Markus: Sometimes it has happened that it is not the correct bus stop...