SOMA (№ 220940)

I was a child, often climbing the stairs to the top of the building. I still remember how I had to stretch hand to open the heavy steel door. When I first dared to go there, I went on the roof and watched over Taipei rises and falls able. I stood on the corner ledge, and there, you know, there was a warm breeze stirred my hair. The sun was setting, the streets crept the shadow of tall buildings. The crowd at the bottom was flowing like paint from the brush of the artist. Smelled delicious food from the stalls of merchants. I for some time felt an unprecedented unity with the world. I've never experienced such strong feelings. Then the feeling eased, but I have many times climbed to the roof. I'm not religious, but I understand why people religion. Awareness of their existence inspires incredibly strong. Though not always.