I was a backpacker back then.

At Eluanbi, the southernmost tip of Taiwan,
I recorded the sound of the Pacific Ocean.

What came through the headphones was the wind from many years ago.
It rolled with the waves, crashing against the reefs again and again, then retreating,
There was a clumsy sincerity in that sound, like youth itself,
Not knowing where to go,
Yet believing that every moment had meaning.

Taiwan . Kenting . /Kenting