Touching or to be touched?

Ever cried recently like you did as a child? Was it over a touching movie or did a particular novel just tug at your heart, and thus your tear ducts?

It seems to be the season of touch and tears recently. The Chinese movie of the moment, The Tang Shan Earthquake, pulled, tugged and tore away at the hearts of many movie-goers. Amidst the pitch-darkness in the enclosed space for that two hour-slot, tears simply flowed freely for most.

I have yet to watch it. Yes, I am always a tad, one beat slow, when it comes to catching up with the latest movies. The goggle box somehow holds lesser appeal for me compared with the handy paperback or sleek computer screen (I am happily typing away now!). Yet, I doubt the rational being in me will tear or cry for a show.

Am I such a cold, heartless being? Perhaps so. Maybe not.

Perhaps so. Moving visuals are great impact on the vision and mind, creating a dramatic picture for the mind. And they will tend to stick in memory for a long time to come. Yet, all I can recall would merely be the colours and lines, and not the creation in its full essence.

Maybe not. Words have a far stronger grip on me. Lines of expression flowing away within the covers of a book or short prose of lyrics embedded in those lilting notes; these are medium by which I can be transported easily into an entirely different world by. A canvas without borders, a world without limits, endless scope for imagination and space for thoughts. The story or exact words may have escaped my failing memory with age, but the moment of pricking, the time of realization, and the seconds of thoughts.

So, yes, perhaps I will pick up Tang Shan and attempt to watch it though such movies are usually heavy for my liking. I wonder how it would go. Should I prepare more tissue packs?

The wonderland of words is still where I would prefer to shed my amour and seek my refuge in (L: it’s okay to be a crybaby!).