Monologue-ing Chris

One set of the yellow lined notepaper, two sets of idea flows and differential ideologies, yes it's his notepad borrowed by me having my graffiti down here sitting in Milan Cafe in San-Xia in this gloomy-but-cozy afternoon waiting for his get-off, actually his family's get-off.

米嵐's nice since there aren't many this sort of cafe things in here, a little dusty industrial-to-me ancient cultural-to-many unsophisticated town in Taipei county.

There are, not many people having meals and coffees at the second floor of this tiny-but-delicate cafe, so called industrial engineering things and my so-called academic-socio-cultural-artistic-humanistic type of hybrid (ibid) things right now being written into this yellow pad.

Feeling bit bizarre and peculiar that I'm often here at this window-side coffee table, being watched and served by cuties and waiting for something, some moment and someone, and writing this full-of-shxt.

First, the Eslite power made me ponder a bit the comparison and contrast of the 'Industry of Publication/Books' and the 'Industry of Super Stars in the Entertainment Phase'. From reading about one of David's email spreading the idea of 'Copyright/Plagiarism', saying that we customers spending aweful loads of monies (sic) on Super singers', movie stars' and heros'/heroines' luxurious 'decorations' of being SUPER. Also, it's telling us to stop purchasing their waste of knitting a myth-like veil of their originalities/creativities and unique productions of entertainments/ARTs and forbid them to exploit our 'faith' in Intellectual Property Rights.

Are we? Or aren't we IntellectuaL enough to distinguish that we all also have the rights to protect our own properties being deprived in this big big world of 'INDUSTRIEs'?

I have to ask someone, someone who will come pick me up around supper time, someone who's definitely driving his mazda looking up at me through mazda's skylight window, through Milan's huge French window (amazing huh, since Milan has its French window, not Italian window), making funny faces to me.

And suddenly, I realised and realise that I'm indeed changed. I have changed and the me I thought I am, immediately got further apart from me in a very unreachable distance in the time flow, at this moment.

Erm, me and ME.