Dear Diane

March 11, 2024

Hello Diane:

Today is March 11, 2024. The Background music is Beethoven’s Piano Sonata in C Major, Op.53 “Waldstein”. The solo trip to New York starts at the Boston South Station. Not too much to talk about the train station except a pigeon and a sparrow in the station, circling around the table, forging. Not sure how it got into the hall, maybe through the front door while somebody was coming through.

That’s it for now, the info on my train hasn’t been released yet, gotta go check the board!

Dear Diane:

Now the music has switched to Sonata in F minor, Op.57, “Appassionata”.  Yes, you are right, this morning’s mood feels like Beethoven. With my train info not yet being released, I decided to sit down and write a little bit more. I am now sitting on the long rectangular table right in front of Dunkin Donuts. An old lady with long grey hair is sitting in the top left corner reading an unknown book, and a lady with blond hair sitting almost in front of me is staring at me with her weird-looking eyes, which is making me feel very uncomfortable. And here comes a bold slim old man sitting right in front of me with his fresh-made orange chicken fried rice. I can almost smell the sauce.

That's it for now! Gotta go check the board again, I’ll write more after I get on the train!

 

Hello Diane:

Now I have finally got the track number (Track 8) and I am finally on board. (Car 5, 5A)

The time is now 12:58 PM and it’s summertime already, how time flies.

This is the first time I have ever been on a US train(Not a subway) and there is so much to talk about. Before that, I am gonna switch my music to Rachmaninov’s Preludes.

There is no security check before boarding,

There is no security check before boarding,

There is no security check before boarding,

And there is free WIFI on the train,

And there is free WIFI on the train,

And there is free WIFI on the train,

How amazing.

Do you know what is more amazing? Purely peaceful and courteous.

Now the train has started.

Ok, I am just joking around here. You know there is a gap between what I have experienced now and then. Things considered “Normal” is more than precious if you once lived “abnormally”.

Let's talk about something else here as the train is passing through a swamp. But before that, I’m gonna switch the music to Brahms’ Symphony No.4.

Million years ago, there was an Eastern Land across the mystic swamp. Some of the Westerners went down to the east to feel the mere warmth of the cinder.

Now the roles have been revered, the easterners are migrating across the swamp to settle. And they weren’t just the travelers, they were exiles and wishing for a way to break the cage. Now the cinder of light in the eastern world has long gone, easterners no longer find the hometown promising for nesting.

The Western land is a place with hope, but also with unknown and danger.

Some people spend a fair amount of time living in the mist and never find a way to get out. Some of them did find a way out, but at what cost? When they returned with their wounded bodies, the nest wasn’t kind or comforting, instead the only thing they felt was going to be shame. It’s the trick of the cunning nest, it’s the thorn on the branches of the nest, it’s the blood you pay for the nest.  Living in the thorny nest is comfortable for them, but guess what happened to them Daine? Yes, they all died, like mummified zombies.

Promise me Diane, do not ever fly back to the thorny nest.

 

Dear Diane:

I am now crossing the ocean. Amazing right? It’s actually a tiny bridge above the sea. There are numerous isles on the ocean, making it more like a deserted swamp. There is a crescent-shaped tiny beach and a small town built along it. The houses look identical to me, white paint, black roofs, and wooden patios. Yes, it’s desolated, but also laid-back. Imagine living on one of these isles alone when you get old, in a dark stormy night you hide in your tiny cozy wooden cottage and watch the hurricanes swirling on the ocean. Imagine Diane imagine, your fireplace is almost burnt out, the waves rage like black monsters, slapping your crusty door.  It all seems terrific but you are just sitting beside your fireplace reading a small book. Having been through numerous times of storms you know the next day is going to be bright and shiny, how peaceful!

Find your peace, Diane, never stop finding your peace!

That’s it for now! The view is so ever-changing, gotta take my time and look deeper!