There are some moments in life when you will feel #whereamI, #whatIamdoing, #whereamIgoing. I call them” loss moments”. And last night was definitely one of them.
Yesterday morning, CNN just received one package containing pipe bombs and everyone there was evacuated. I have not experienced 911 before, but still, keep thinking if I work there as my friend, how would I feel?
My friend still calmly played farm game on the class by my side, luckily she was on an offsite event when the suspicious bomb was received. Everything seems normal but still a little different. We are quieter than before yesterday, and pretend everything is cool ， as we accepted for most of the things happen here.
After class, I went to a museum for the blog. And this also proves that my feeling was right. I was told that this is a preview for an adult museum for kids. When arrived at Slanton Street around China Town, there is a place with a tiny entrance along the road, no wall, no house, no light. Where is the f**k museum? Someone pointed one wood board standing in the entrance for me, which has words on it lighted by the mysterious light, it says, ” collective museum”.
This is how it looked in the light of candles on the soil ground. And I stepped in there, with my guild Lance. He told me this is a special and unique playground, no, a museum for adults, but it is called as a children’s museum. The aim of that is to create a unique childhood fun experience for adults.
Along with him on the dark street, loop back and forth to see what are on my way, I felt I had my ” received bomb package” moment too. No, maybe it is “is someone going to kill me” moment.
Everything here is quiet, dark, mysterious but also be covered with a layer of warm natural light from the night. Surrounded by tents and without any electricity, I have doubted what I was doing that day. There is a tent with 2 musicians there which can make you a special song by my side. I heard the song from the tent, it was like lyrics which Gypsies nomad would make.
NO, I AM NOT GOING TO BE IN THERE.
Then I wandered around, until a woman caught me up, saying ” Do you want to make a wish?”. As she said, since last night has a full moon, so she was given the power to “light” my wish to be true.
I wrote my wish on the paper, then she helped me light it until the paper disappeared with a huge burn of the file, like those ones who make brazil BBQ for you. One shot of fire, then disappear. But this time is more mysterious with an unknown seemingly magic.
There is also a booth nearby, the bartender can make you a ” bar of one” experience with a new cocktail created for each person. I don’t have a chance to try it. Need to finish my homework the next day and I need sober. Damn.
However, there is still some sober and creative fun I can have. In the last booth, I went to, an artist taught us to print the pattern with ink (kinda like calligraphy) on a special thin paper. I used two brushes to twist the ink in the water, then the artist helped me to take the paper out then dry it in the natural wind. ( See how mysterious it is on the wall, and you cannot believe that there is a mural paint above)
When I am about to leave, I saw someone is observing the moon in a telescope. I tried by myself too, but only see one white jelly moving around in the round shape. Chinese has a legend story saying couples who love each other but have no result will gather together on the moon at the round moon night. But according to the moon I saw, I doubted whether they can stand steadily for even a short kiss.
On my way home, the friend sent me one poetry on the night,
“The sound from the drum covered with bryophyte,
has shaken all the rocks and soil in this scaring forest.
But the sky is wide and deep,
Like tonight, the gibbous moon leaned in the frosty dark green,
when it wakes up, it will open heart sneakily to the only valley
it faces, too.”
Okay, my weird day was finally over with an artistic ending, thank god. And I still stayed as myself without turning into a werewolf. Lucky.
If you want to check out this museum:
Please visit: http://www.collectivemuseum.com/