Every day I walk, get on a bus, get on the MRT, go to work, MRT, bus, walk, repeat. Every day. Part of what I’ve been trying to do is get out more, to actually break that rhythm because it is so easy to get sucked into that kind of lifestyle here. The work ethic here is crazy so to speak. It’s insane how many hours people spend in the office here, and how it becomes so incredibly easy to follow suit because of the homogeneous cultural aspects of Taiwan.
This brings me to my third prompt for my Picture Black and White class. Rhythm. It was beautiful to find this crosswalk dappled with sunlight on my regular walk to work the other day, breaking up the rhythm that I’ve been falling into all too often over the past few months.