A porcelain cup placed on the desk a bamboo flute hanging on the wall a cartwheel propped against the closet
, as I woke at dawn with a start a vast and boundless blankness, faster than light spread over my thoughts, which crept antlike in writing A vast and boundless blankness flowed out of the hollow spaces in axle, flute, and cup
An image of "nothingness" such as never before emerged in all recorded history
Older and more desolate than the universe nostalgia for a time and place mocking mankind, by writing bound, quietly rising up from between the lines
The image of " " silent secret cautious invisible to eye inaudible to ear intangible to touch A note without sound forever unassailable to matter and desire slowly oozing out of the hollows in axle, flute, and cup.
-- 1986
Lin Ch'in-chih （above right） and his father, Lin Chiang-hai, farm right across the lane from each other. Lin Ch'in-chih has built a greenhouse where he grows vegetables hydroponically, but his father sticks to the traditional ways. Both are farmers, but their methods of operation differ completely.
Lin Min-fu, the only real estate agent in Tali who was born and raised there, prides himself on being "fair and plain dealing.".
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