The neon Mona Lisa puke is such a cursed souvenir, I’m sorry... Road-trip exhaustion really will turn your body into an art gallery against everyone’s wishes, and somehow that made the whole Vancity chaos more believable.
GUB, hello.I felt like I was flipping through an album of your younger days while reading this. It made me laugh more than once, and I found myself thinking, “These are definitely the kinds of stories you can look back on fondly only now.” lol I’ve lived in Tokyo for a long time myself, but when I look back, it’s not the famous tourist spots I remember most. It’s the places I used to stop by after work and the ordinary streets I happened to walk down. That’s why, while reading this essay, I felt that what you were really writing about was not Vancuver itself, but the person you were during that period of your life.As we get older, it’s not only the good memories that become precious. Even our mistakes and embarrassing moments somehow start to feel a little endearing too. 😇
I love this air of freedom and this adventurous journey! Great work!
Thank you Nick and yes the air of freedom seemed to become the underlying theme while writing
capturing what feels like peak memories, visceral writing, yesss so good
Totally! Thank you
Love this!
Thank you!
The neon Mona Lisa puke is such a cursed souvenir, I’m sorry... Road-trip exhaustion really will turn your body into an art gallery against everyone’s wishes, and somehow that made the whole Vancity chaos more believable.
Thanks Asuka it was quite the image I won’t forget - cursed and permanent souvenir
Top class imagery. Totally immersed in the story from start to finish. Brilliant pen Gub x
Thank you MoTy!
GUB, hello.I felt like I was flipping through an album of your younger days while reading this. It made me laugh more than once, and I found myself thinking, “These are definitely the kinds of stories you can look back on fondly only now.” lol I’ve lived in Tokyo for a long time myself, but when I look back, it’s not the famous tourist spots I remember most. It’s the places I used to stop by after work and the ordinary streets I happened to walk down. That’s why, while reading this essay, I felt that what you were really writing about was not Vancuver itself, but the person you were during that period of your life.As we get older, it’s not only the good memories that become precious. Even our mistakes and embarrassing moments somehow start to feel a little endearing too. 😇
Damn Keiichiro you read between the lines -and happy you had a laugh!
“ it’s not only the good memories that become precious.”
So true, life is versatile and unique not always about what we learn but what we experience.
Thank you for the thoughtful reflection on the piece, appreciate your insights.
Brilliant Gub!!!!! What a ride!
Hey! Thank you! 😊
To write about sea summer nighs and then own puke turning into neon Mona Lisa…
Love it 💚💜💛
Haha! Thank you, it’s fun to write a bit about the wild side of life!
I restacked a fragment too fast...
Btw. I think it's the best thing you wrote so far!
I restacked a fragment too fast...
Btw. I think it's the best thing you wrote so far!
What do you mean too fast?
Hot damn, thanks man! Been rusty I reckon and it’s nice to find a style that fits after months of experimenting.
The sentence with Mona Lisa puke was better :)
I got hooked by the shells too early 😭
Ahh! I’m glad you chose a classier line although it might of increased your note traffic with the Mona Lisa line.
🤣🤣🤣