A Slow Cab
A Slow Cab was a brief artistic project in the early days of the 2020 COVID19 Pandemic, where I would write a brief phrase based on my day. It may sound simple, but it deeply impacted my well-being at that time.
As the clock ticks closer to the end of another soul-crushing day, the suffocating walls of my cubicle begin to recede like a nightmare on the verge of fading. I gather the scattered remnants of my professional life, stuffing them into the worn and tattered bag that has come to symbolize the limitations of my ambitions. The computer hisses a reluctant goodbye, and I lock it away as if to imprison the beast that has devoured the better part of my existence.
I step into the world outside, the concrete jungle, the rat race — where humanity thrashes and writhes in its relentless pursuit of survival. The sun is setting, casting long shadows stretching like a phantom’s fingers, grasping at me as I navigate the treacherous labyrinth of streets.
With each passing moment, the throng of faceless commuters grows, their eyes vacant, their souls devoured by the insatiable beast of capitalism. I stand among them, another cog in the machine, waiting for a chance to escape this purgatory. And then it appears the random taxi that will ferry me through the city’s arteries, guiding me through the underworld.
This nondescript cab, a weathered and beaten vessel, is my respite during rush hour — a time when the world becomes a cacophony of horns and exhaust, and the slow crawl of traffic mirrors the stagnation of our lives. The taxi is a cocoon, shielding me from the chaos outside as I embark on a journey of distance and introspection.
Between the dreary life of work and the demands of the family — a partner and kids waiting for me with the promise of dinner and domesticity — Here is where I find peace. As the city speeds by in a blur, my mind drifts, unmoored from the tethers of responsibility. The taxi becomes a vessel for my daydreams, a refuge where I can begin to unwind and unpack the weight of the world that has been crushing me throughout the day.
In this brief moment of reprieve, I am free.
What have been on my mind?
What's your Minimum Viable World?
Sometimes you need to gamble.
I've been far, but very close.
I'm just playing games--I know that's plastic love.
Day one. I miss her so much.
History is always written by the winners.
Smiles are deceiving.
The answer should be mostly no.
We are all red dot chasers.
It will come for us all.
Sometimes you just need to take your mind out of what's annoying you.
When things are going too well, it's hard to not get worried.
Even a rat can make you smile (if you can find it).
Days are hours.
How about living on an eternal summer holiday?
It's all about perspective.
Time always passes. You can't run from it.
Looking forward to a warm and long bath.
The calm before the flood. Feel it.
Less. Less everything.
Why deep-fried food tastes so good?
Finally some resting time. bye.
It's humbling to look around and see that I'm not the only one fighting.
I could use some ramen for dinner. It's been too long.
Why I can't stop obsessing over stuff? Since I was a kid, I had trouble sleeping when something was on my mind.
Sometimes I feel so tired.
All these zoom meetings are soul-sucking fiends.