跑,跑過穆斯林社區、貴族華文學校、移工聚落。
跑,跑過肺結核病患隔離收容中心、獨門豪宅庭院、鄉間小路。
在白雲點綴的湛藍天空下,在綠色油亮的稻田間,
汗水一絲絲滲出,呼吸一聲聲急促。
成群踢著藤球、足球的男子、穿著白衣藍裙的女孩、頭頂貨物手牽孩童的婦女、並騎鐵馬談天的兩位頭戴穆斯林小帽老者…
一幕幕在雙腳捲動下閃過眼前。
黃昏的美索,一種喧騰的沉靜。
2008.6.24 at TOPS
"For the perfect flâneur, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow. To be away from home, yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, yet to remain hidden from the world-such are a few of the slightest pleasures of those independent, passionate, impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define."
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