meaning in the moving design

I saw a 60-year-old man running across the beach, and, as he approached this little kid, he slowed down, and then body checked him as he ran past. He actually bent down a little as he slowed and really put his shoulder into the little guy!

That was way funnier than the time I saw an old man about 20 years older than that old man barrel down the escalator and body check a pair of Israeli girls standing by the doors of the MRT, trying to figure out if it was the right train to take. Better still, this train that this old man inflicted injury upon others to catch stayed on the platform for another 10 minutes.

Lesson:
a) Watch where you stand, and

b) If you see an old man running towards you, get the fuck out of the way, cuz they sorta treat the streets like a big hockey area and theyre liable to take you to the boards.





ABOVE: A seemingly harmless old Taiwanese man in sleeping state. Once awake, these unpredictable creatures can weild surprising damage with their thin, boney shoulders.


I see women covering their mouth on the MRT because they're afraid of germs. Ironically, it makes me think that they are sick and about to throw up... which is totally alarming when you're in such close quarters and have no place to run to if the chunks be a-blowin. And so we spend the ride being equally wary of each other's (entirely imaginary) germy and pukey selves.

I walk past furniture stores and see families sitting down for dinner, eating on the dinette set that they're trying to sell. Or sometimes curled up on one of the couches for a nap. The whole set up just makes me think, maybe it isn't a store at all. Maybe they just have a giant storefront window in their home. Maybe theyre just exhibitionists.



Hidden lesson: the Taiwanese basically live, eat and sleep at work.





I see umbrellas. So many umbrellas...

See that stuff on top? That's sunlight. It was a beautiful day!


And see that on top? That's a ROOF. It ain't raining under there anytime soon. In fact, on this particular day, it wasn't raining at all! It was just cloudy, but not even like dark cloudy, just not sunny. Which doesn't even matter, because if it was sunny, they'd also be carrying umbrellas. It's like they all just want to be permanently covered... I don't get it. I think it's just a personality difference. Like, eew, the last thing I want to be is... covered.


And I see this- or rather, I FEEL this- every day.