Between the crossroads of lovers, stands a lonely heart...

In the center of a typhoon on an island of 22 million people, there is one feeling which tends to creep into the core of your being… Tis the feeling of abject loneliness.

It is ironic when you consider how friendly the people here are. Perhaps these emotions will not surface if your mind can understand what is beyond the warm smiles and enthusiastic waves. Only then, it hits you. The importance of the spoken word. You take it for granted until you touch down in a land where words are exchanged but their meaning is lost upon you.

You feel like a painting on a hotel wall… Worth an occasional comment or two but largely ignored and left to make up the backdrop of the beautiful lobby.

Then it begins… The human need exerts itself and you feel the unnerving slam of a door marked loneliness.