Sunday, December 5, 2010

Keys

31 Nov 2010

Moving out of the Village for the year, we had to have our room inspected. They wanted to know that whilst staying there for the year, you did not punch a hole in the wall, or grow a little fungi kingdom that has statues of you as their god. After 2 days of cleaning and moving out, the inspection itself takes 5 minutes, and I was asked to hand in the key or I had to hand it in myself.

I returned my locker keys back to CAU yesterday, so there are only my village keys left on my key chain. All of a sudden, I have no keys left in Australia. I had a weird moment of panicky feeling, and a sense of lost. It's as if all my time here ended up in nothing, and now I'm being exiled.

Besides unlocking doors, locks, ancient treasure chests, and serve as an analogy for how enzyme works; like an anchor, keys also represent some sort of connection to a place. Having an establishment, a foothold, a home. What is the first thing you do when you go home? you fumble for the keys in your pocket.

It's weird without a key.

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