If in a summer night, a stranger

It has been three weeks at least, not one pill, not one night out dancing, only drinks, talks, and more talks. It's a certain kind of life, for orphans I guess, or foundlings, as you may come across in some 19th century realist English novel, in which these poor creatures always gathered at night on the darkest corner of sinful cities, sharing filthy food, smiling, for the company they got.
Six months in Taipei, seven months Taiwan in total. A period of time went so rapidly that I couldn't even be aware of its passing, yet so slowly that I somehow become capable of taking things in, and before my times in UK as someone else's story. Nevertheless, every once in a while, the illusion would come back and haunt me that it is my life now someone else's story, not mine.

It is to this point, I think, that a star is finally to be born, and a great story is demanded to be told.

First rule of this blog, nothing here is true.
Second rule of this blog, NOTHING HERE IS TRUE.
Third rule, whomever thinks she or he is mentioned, that's not true, so no questions, no confrontation.
Forth rule, no plagiarism, less parody, please. Don't bullshit a bullshiter.
Fifth rule, no rules are meant to be obayed.

Ladies and Gentlemen, and whoever I don't know, Welcome to Somewhere Out There.