Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did? Ah Ping: Have no idea. Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever. Ah Ping: What a pain! I'd just go to get laid. Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone's like you.
Today, I propose you to travel into me. Then, I wish you to travel alone. And, at the end… tell me your story.
[The ‘game’ is quite simple… i'm just catching (mine-your) imagination. I’ll catch an image and then I'll translate you, in words, what it makes me feel (or just the other way). But I wonder what you’ll be thinking of, when you see them? What you're feeling… because, after all, it is only my point of view, just words of mine. I wonder where you’ll be traveling with them and it would be perfect if you could bring something back into me. I wonder if you-we can?]
Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did?
ReplyDeleteAh Ping: Have no idea.
Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.
Ah Ping: What a pain! I'd just go to get laid.
Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone's like you.