dark city - this faint feeling

dark city...let‘s meet somewhere in the streets or at woo yong wah’s place for some kind of dinner. noodles, what else. it’s always noodles at wah’s place....


...a faint feeling of archangel bar..hello to dark city again, i guess i missed you more than i can tell, this tender feeling of becoming bodiless when the soul leaves time and reason
we sit at our table, talk and laugh, while a faint rain is drizzling from light grey skies
it’s poetic, like, you know, baudelaire, perhaps some poems by rimbaud, some pre-raphelite paintings or the light filled paintings of caravaggio
the voices of angels wash over us like rain
your eyes resemble sky-reflecting ponds
we talk and laugh...
afterwards we smash open fortune cookies for us and our friends,
also for the absent ones who have to be remembered
and oh we remember so well
when the august wind swept across
shimmering streets
and the white washed sadness of tombstones and angels
underneath a tearfilled sky

and  the rain fell for hours...


we talk and laugh, while mr. wah is sitting in his small room at the back like a huge, fat buddha, listening to his really weird tapes with songs of chinese ghost bands, singing along with them...