Brian Oh: {food, travel, photo}

a deep, soft mystery

The world felt out of kilter. He could hear as it creaked through this new orbit. Something had happened, he thought, and the world had changed. Everything was out of order, and would never go back to the way it was. Everything had changed, and all it could do was continue in this new direction.


His heart felt enclosed by something formless, surrounded by a deep, soft mystery. He no longer had the faintest clue where his life was headed, and what might be waiting for him there. But as the eastern sky finally began to lighten he had a sudden thought: One thing I am sure of, he thought. No matter where I go, Iā€™m never going to eat crab again.
— Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman; Haruki Murakami