Why I like writing

Whether spoken out or written down, I love words to a great deal. Put in form like the 1843’s tale The Ugly Duckling, the video-game Heavy Rain or the movie Zodiac, words tell us so much. And stories entice me. I love reading about the Black Dahlia murder, the life of Vasily Zaytsev or the inventions of Nikola Tesla. It seems a bit haphazardous, but I read Wikipedia articles for fun.

And it’s not some form of schizophrenia, but when I speak, I mumble, stumble and stutter. Say the wrong words. But when I’m writing, I can calmly select the right words in the right order and say what I want to say.

Now, I don’t have the pretention that I happen to be a great writer, but writing is something I enjoy and that’s enough for me. I love to analyze snippets of thoughts and unravel my itching curiosity. I try to put that down in words as best as I can and a small percentage of that finds place here. That’s why this website is my own archive in the first place, self-made, especially for me. Nonetheless, I’m really glad you’re reading and I hope you’ll find my articles as interesting as I thought writing them was.

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A Dam in Yuliang

A Dam in Yuliang

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The Last Road To Zaotai

The Last Road To Zaotai

The road becomes too small for cars to drive on, so we park, pack our bags, and continue on foot. Two donkeys are waiting where the path starts, and they — like us, are going to the abandoned village of Zaotai (皂汰村). We departed in the morning from our hostel in Sanyang (三阳镇), a village […]
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The Path and Meaning

The Path and Meaning

“We walk down the path in Xikeng.” Three years ago, I started a note with that sentence. We visited a row of villages in the south of Zhejiang, and Xikeng (西坑) was at the end of the day — the least touristified town of them all. The village had dozens of old buildings, sliced by […]
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