It is as if my head is a gangway filled with dozens or even hundreds of cars in one, huddling moment; a suffocated, tiny organ exceeded with flood of ideas breaching its capacity. From life to love, from fright to audacity.
A shower could not wipe the tension nor it couldn’t soothe down the stress. A glass of apple juice, an excessive amount of jokes, pictures, videos, or music were also unable to rally their strength in meaning in order to clear off the mind – my mind.
“A walk might (probably) help.”
And then a mid-night walk it is. Accompanied by a song from hyukoh (혁오) entitled Gondry, I stepped out of my disorganized room. When you decided to carry on and scroll through this article, I suggest you do it while listening to the piece that kept me going forward:
As I was adoring the night scent of the City, I recall my long gone habit of night drive touring the city of Yogyakarta; a personal, quiet, tranquil, yet emotional habit I used to have. A habit that I rediscover tonight, here in Manchester.
So I strolled around the City. Well, to be completely honest and fair, I strolled a fraction of the city started from the Oxford Road and all the way to the Salford Central Station. I stepped my foot in rhythm, in a soft, unhurried pace so that I could locate the gallant side of Manchester at night. I wanted to enjoy Manchester as much as I loved the gleaming night radiance of Yogyakarta – tonight, I wanted to fall in love with Manchester even for just a couple of minutes.
And here are some “identities” that the City have and that the City decided to reveal before me:
Some of the pictures above was taken through a bug eye souvenir I bought in Sunderland a couple a days ago. I do hope that they will deliver a calming yet astonishing experience to each one of you. My framework of thinking will not be as intriguing as I thought if no one ever knows the complex process happening inside it. And these pictures will hopefully tell you that process as McCandless once said, ‘happiness only real when shared’.