“In the world I am
Always a stranger
I do not understand its language
It does not understand my silence”( Bei Dao)
Last night, I was at a place where I did not want to be. I don’t/cannot relate to the people there. I kept remembering the above lines by Bei Dao as I smiled, made polite conversation and drank Coke with huge amounts of ice. And had this acute urge to listen to Deep Purple.
When the party broke up, I went to a friend’s house and listened to this on his incredible music system:
I was back to being ‘me’…speaking in the language of rain falling over tormented cities.