ageism
Visited HY's alma mater AA during Saturday, mainly because a young and maybe upcoming architect V wanted to meet his mentor, put in his words, the "great man". Perhaps I am used to seeing HY among a bunch of friends older than him, this V wearing a pair of golden glasses seemed relatively naive; he had a boyish smile that emanated innocence. Now HY presented his diploma portfolio, just as what he did to me months ago. Anyone would be impressed by the idea of this project, and HY's description and powerpoint imagery definitely showed evidence of the student's hard work and noble concept--a socialist's attempt to revive a not so salubrious Polish harbour. Suppose V admired the elderly, for he sincerely clapped his hands after the presentation, and presumably, confidence does come with age. I do like this cute 22-year-old who only adored movies with touching themes, yet he lacked a carefree attitude and a sense of sureness. Who knows? Years ahead he might be sitting down himself, tutoring other blooming and thirsty minds. And the once smell of tenderness may never appear again.