Nathaniel Clark

This is a rough/simple ver­sion of where we are — sit­ting a few long blocks down from the For­bid­den City and Tiana­men, and right at the cross­roads of some heavy shop­ping areas. Ear­lier research sug­gests — though I can­not be sure — that the highly rated Da Dong Roast Duck restau­rant is very very close. Will con­firm tomor­row. Here’s the obviously-off-but-close plot of the path to the mythic Duck: google map.

I had heard it said that the older peo­ple get the cra­zier they get. I am not so sure this is true– it feels rather more like, the older one gets the less one val­ues the social fil­ters that dom­i­nated one’s younger life. It takes a lot of energy to keep one­self socially accept­able on all fronts. You start to care less and less, and more and more of your gen­uine thoughts come through as action/words.

This is just a thought that occurred to me whilst but­ter­ing my banana bread, which I baked last night; I was think­ing how funny it was that the image of self I strove to cre­ate as a younger per­son didn’t include such domes­tic tropes like bak­ing, but how they– now– give gen­uine plea­sure and I don’t much care about an exter­nal view, only about the end prod­uct (the baked good) and the hap­pi­ness it can bring (to myself, and family).

Any­way, nascent thought, untested, must think more on it.