附注 NOTATION:
2025-12-23：
As I move into my eleventh year as a courier for Display Distribute, and as I take the cross-harbour journey to deliver HQL-784, I wonder if the repeated attempt to describe 'some thing' while moving in the city is like playing a game with myself. Dispatch notes are more like a diary, maybe simply jotting down observations and encounters, but also something like trying to gleam something out of nothing, or finding meaning from an everyday defined by the relation between me and my whereabouts and the RECEIVER and wherever they are. To write it down makes it 'some thing', I guess, and perhaps that is what is fun, and funny, about trying to retrace it in words. Today there was the mind map of a dried shiitake mushroom in the left bottom corner of my eye, a beacon for being in the neighbourhood of Sheung Wan's dried sea fruit trade. Before that there was a circuitous bus route (the wrong one), which generated enough anxiety about being late so as to result in getting off the bus early to switch to the MTR. I was still 15 minutes' late to the appointment in Wanchai which preceded the delivery in Sheung Wan. But I was on time again by the time I arrived to the meeting spot for lunch with RECEIVER. She was just a few seconds behind me, texting, "Ye o saw ur backpack". One half of the cooked food centre was very full, and the other quite empty, so we sat down at an empty table in the middle, though soon found out that the tables are designated to belong to different food stalls, and this table belonged to one of the less popular stalls for pork blood noodles. Today I just wanted to the classic Hong Kong lunch, so we awkwardly moved to the busy side. I had seen RECEIVER a few times in the not so distant past, so this meeting was more a review of our journeys since the last parting, and included one housing move (theirs, just past), another housing move (mine, coming up soon), the common friend who works sometimes at their office and whose home I borrowed, and then a brief passing over the a Federici-esque gossip to share a sour line about an unpleasant, bearded European man and his unacceptable behaviour towards Asian women in our community. As receivers of secondhand knowledge, there is not necessarily much that I feel I can do to act in this situation, though trying to talk is one, trying to write is another. I think about another courier with whom I have been in frequent contact lately, learning that she has a frequent habit of procrastinating because she rather insists upon more time to write on a daily basis. She takes notes from everyday experiences and observations from life, framing perspective and ideas in a way that seems to be most often shared via social media posts (short, but perhaps considered wordy in social media era parlance), and which lead to an admirable form of procrastination of other things she wants or is supposed to do. I imagine that this form of adhering happening to word and the document is rather unintentional, as in simply because one can't help themself, but perhaps she also receives enough in return, as in feedback, reaction, a comment, that such documents continue a circulation. I want to circulate the knowledge of a pushy white man who took advantage of a woman (described as a staff member), even if I was not there and cannot write the details accurately. Some 'things' are heard, but can we write them and make an understanding of them? Is my feeling about it an observation? What should be documented, and what should be shared? Some 'thing' is there, and not forgotten, even if it came from someone else, even it should become something else. The mind map of a dried shiitake mushroom. Loose notes. The multiple colours of her woven scarf complement the colour of her wrapped book. A spacious hug, and then RECEIVER disappears into the building for a 1:30 pm online meeting. I plan the rest of my route for the day.
媒體記錄 TRACKING:
上環 Sheung Wan
在茶餐廳午飯時，緩件號HQL-784成功收貨 Dispatch HQL-784 received over cha caan tang lunch
