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A nobody hosteller, accustomed to sleeping curled up,

unexpectedly enjoyed a fine dining in the 57th Street pier! 

Well, this evening the meal was special. I was invited 

to dinner as a special guest by a young man. He is Tyler

from Minnesota, who was a room mate of the hostel,

Turtles just a week ago. He is on intimate terms with Enrai

from Taiwan.The two hosteller shared the same bunk:

Tyler's bed was the upper part of it, Enrai the lower bed.

He left hostel,Turtles two days after I checked in. Yesterday

he turned up again smiling a big smile in order to invite

Enrai and me to the restraint where he works as a waiter.

The? day before he left Turtles, three of us

had  had a good evening at Gibson Café near the pier,

drinking and talking loudly. 

He said he stopped studying in the university,

as it was thought to be in no help to him, and

he left his home to come to this North West.

He said he had a dream to become a writer

like Jack Kerouac,quoting a phrase,below,in the novel,

'on the road' by the writer:

Dean spent a third of his life for gambling, another third

in prison and the rest one third in the library.

And he said  to me," I want you to read it. If you read it,

you will come to love Jack Kerouac", adding another

phrase from the book:

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley

so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Today Enrai bought me the book' on the road',

saying he will check out tomorrow. He is going to 

leave Seattle for his next destination : San Francisco.

He wants to visit Silicon Valley located near the city.

Then I also will leave this hostel the day after tomorrow.

I am going down to Portland again

In the Gibson Café

Moon

In the diary,

June 16th

At the pier of Seattle

"Anybody who is indulged in something actually gets sick.

Sickness means a kind of separation. If you are to be driven out

from where you are in a warm life of clamorousness

to a cold side area in winter, that will be a case in point.

However, It is not until you are placed in such a situation

that every moment you can feel the beating of your heart and 

the air of weight you breathe in. Only the passion and pain

resulted from it will be the source of your sharp sense of

seeing through"

This is a part of article titled ' What sickness is good for?'

carried in Strange, a free magazine of Seattle, published

in the last weekend.

On reflection, It looks like that I have read literary works

by Camut or Van Gogh, with the meaning  similar

to the point of it.

" Oh, Without anxiety and illness to me, I would have been 

like a boat with no direction indicator",

Munc, a Painter from North Europe once confessed

this saying, above, to this effect.Then how strange 

it is that this painter's confession let my heart beat!

Anyway,  what does it mean by 'Freedom from something

of humanities', which T. E. Laurence of Arabia once said?