boxes of memory

one packs away his belongings knowing that years later they can be retrieved along with attached memories. or not, life proves...

this evening, I have found my study being termite attacked. to be more specific, about the most aggressive insects on earth manage to reside in pile of my drawings, sketch books, cd/ dvd/ magazine collections and many other stuffs. these are drawings just as old as my design life -- starting from day one literally(!). these are  ancient cd and md players which followed me around the world until ipod/iphone forcing their retirements. these are rare ecm cds knowing for their great graphic translation/interpretation of  music and hardly found on ebay. these are notes of thoughts during my early career development. these are maps which toured me around the world. being a nomad for more than 10 years now, I tend to pack away my 'found treasures' to the permanent study of mine in taichung - my hometown - and always travel light wherever I go. this system keeps a very fine psychological balance for me. while wandering and exploring the big wild world, there is always a thread connecting to a box of memory associating with part of glory, fun, embarrassing or just plain pasts. these put-away-boxes give me the freedom of moving on and letting go and encourage more flavors of life as there is always room for the new.

those flying little suckers - termites - ate away part of my connection to past, breaking it with acid and built castles of it. at the same time, they silently snipped the thread holding the running kite like life style of mine with their sharp mouthparts. the wind will still take me where it blows, but I wonder the memory tie-back  termites etching away was holding me up or down.