Mural at AC DC Lane for Mural Monday

 

The mural in AC/DC Lane wears the disguise of graffiti, yet it is something more deliberate than a hurried spray of paint. Colours spill across the wall in vivid currents, colliding and intertwining like fragments of a dream half remembered. Each stroke appears purposeful, guided by an unseen rhythm rather than randomness, drawing the eye deeper into its labyrinth of forms.

There is a faintly psychedelic quality to it, as though the artist has translated music into colour and motion. Shapes seem to pulse and shift with every glance, inviting the imagination to wander beyond the brick and mortar beneath. In a laneway celebrated for its rebellious spirit, the mural stands not as an act of vandalism but as a living canvas—an explosion of creativity that turns an ordinary wall into a trippy voyage through light, colour, and imagination.

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I was watching a zombie manga brought to life on Netflix, where the end of the world seemed less frightening than the dreams it liberated. The hero filled his bucket list with exquisite pleasures: soaking in Japan’s finest onsen while steam curled into mountain air, surrendering to the craftsmanship of a sushi master who had spent thirty years perfecting a single cut of fish, chasing experiences polished to their highest form before time ran out.

Yet as I watched, I felt no envy.

Perhaps that is because those distant dreams no longer seem so distant. A flight to Taipei can now deliver its own abundance of delights: bowls of noodles perfected through generations, hidden teahouses scented with wood and leaves, markets glowing deep into the night, and meals prepared with the same devotion that elevates food into art. Excellence is no longer confined to a single country or a single pilgrimage.

The anime’s bucket list reminded me that happiness is often advertised as something waiting elsewhere, just beyond the horizon. But when I looked up from the screen, I realised my own life was not lacking. There are journeys still to take and places still to discover, yet there is already richness in the days I live now. The world has not ended, and neither have its pleasures. They remain scattered across cities, mountains, conversations, meals, and quiet moments of contentment.

I am not living a bad life, I think. In fact, I may already be living many of the things that once belonged on someone else's bucket list.

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