The Land of Conjurors

Recently I have fallen into a colossal abyss provided by a hidden change for me. On such critical circumstance that mingles with personal depression, I still make my own decision and then choose the course of Post-colonialism and Chaucer. Both courses are not my favorites, not to mention my profession in Western Literature. However, I would like to give it a shot since I am about to start a new page of booming literature from the authors of Malaysia, Algeria, and some other less known countries. To be frank, I have no background and such similar experiences of post-colonial conscious or its affect. Nevertheless, my country has been colonized by Japan before. Sometimes I still can sense the residual of colonial consciousness from my grandparents, which they often memorize how Japanese treat them in terms of the public security, way of life and their livelihood. However, I think the most essential thing might be the language in my country since it is actually influenced by Japanese. And

Today I went to The Wall in Kaohsiung city and found out a great many artworks right there. The artworks laid there as if the audience could get closer to them as touch the artworks without any doubts. By the way, those artworks were presented in a bizarre visual display on each indeterminate position in the field of The Wall. And I saw some children attempt to climb up the artworks as if it was their gigantic toys and their anonymous new friends. Those children on the certain artworks laughing merrily started to crawl it to and fro, playing with other kids with joyful mood. It occurred to me that those artworks are like the amusement facilities in McDonald or in KFC. Perhaps it is right, postmodernism should be displayed in this kind of way as if the distance of its artworks may get closer to the audiences more than merely exhibit right there. Still, it does not make me feel agog while watching the scene at the moment. Something may hardly expressed right from my mind since there was