I like this beautiful print by David Choe, which was made to support relief efforts in Haiti. It's a lingering image.
A few hours ago, as ZY and I were sitting in HK cafe eating our dinner, I asked her a question that had been floating around in my head. "Do I give off a vibe that I need to be taken care of?" She replied yes and no, it's just that being taken care of seems to be embedded ("a bedrock") in my existence. And it was something I've thought for some time, but it still made me sad to have it articulated nonetheless. I always had the secret thought that people were being rather careful around me. Which may be why I had been drawn before to people who showed a casual disregard for my well-being. I don't know what my point is. These days, my thoughts seem to dig up more questions than answers.
Oh incidentally, when ZY was eating her dinner, she proudly showed me a piece of fried luncheon meat she intended to eat (because her diet is known to be insanely healthy and she wanted to prove she eats unhealthy things too). And after offering me a bite, here was what she leftover:
She barely ate it! Unhealthy, my foot.
