a chang er of today

the mid-autumn festival...

to gaze upon Chang Er, so lonely, so lost as she wanders on the surface of the cold and barren moon...and to remember how she floated away, floated into the vast wide spaces in the sky to the moon.
did she look back on the green earth? her home? her family?
did she? or did she fly away, a willingness to leave everything behind in her quest for immortality?
or was she driven away? the pressures and sorrows and pains of life too much for her?

one wonders, and a modern Chang Er looks upon her counterpart with a soft, sweet and sad smile. she is thinking of life, a love, a quest for immortality - to live beyond the fragment of memories buried in a subconscious. she is also wondering how can this quest sit together with the homely dream of a family and children, so plain and bare compared to the glam and glitz of the limelight...she wonders.

and the moon continues to glow. there is a slight drizzle, obscuring the vision. but it is still there.