《庙口｜我身体里的台湾》
花莲的庙很多。 妈祖守港，玄天上帝镇山， 王母、玉皇、城隍并存。 但我真正记得的，不是哪一尊神。 是庙口—— 戏台的灯光， 香肠的温度， 香火的烟， 水泥地上学骑脚踏车。 庙口不是景点。 是身体最早学会“和别人一起”的地方。 Hualien has many temples. Mazu by the harbor, Xuantian Shangdi in the mountains, local shrines scattered across town. Yet what I remember is not a particular deity, but the temple front — the glow of the stage lights, the warmth of grilled sausage in my hands, the sting of incense smoke, the concrete ground where I learned to ride a bicycle. The temple courtyard was not a religious concept. It was where my body first learned how to belong among others.
