It was my wish to pass each birthday in a new place. Such designed highlight on a particular day of a year is not so much of a celebration, but meant as post-it notes to be fixed to boxes of memories which over time will build into huge stacks, or as ribbons tied to tree branches every now and then along the way when one dashes into deep, bewildering woods. Only these notes and ribbons are not just unique in colors, but in sounds, in smells, in stretch of landscapes, in flow of people … One day their vividness may sparkle in the long, dark tunnel of the past and lead one back to memories surrounding them.
This year, having been constrained to the city since November 2019 and experienced so much ups and downs with it, I thought at least I should go somewhere special on my birthday. It was raining. And here I am. Where could be a better place?