1965.
Another year has passed, and here I am, yet a year further from 1965. The further away I am from 1998 and all those years of losses. The further from the reason I am here, but never further away from…
on days like these.
On days like these, the flow of air is heavy enough to stop me from thinking, and senses would take over. Even the slightest gesture of tiny utterances would catch me in the deepest hole of wayward nocturne. I wish…
life.
My brother lives over the ocean. The last time I’ve seen him in person was almost three years ago. He would appear and disappear on Skype, and on Facebook, and we would chat or just turn chat on while he…
another accident.
There was a period in my childhood when I could not stop asking questions. I remember asking these questions mostly to my late father. A period within this period is when I continuously asked questions about death. Not about death…
new year.
Something hit and I had to take a distance from myself today. I saw so many jumbled emotions there, like if a firework had strings attached to each of its tiny explosions, each of its other ends tied to its…
life.
Life is a grand, complex accident happening in extreme extreme slow motion. We manoeuvre as best we can in the meanwhile, but death is eventual.
beat deaf.
After injecting anesthetic on my arm, they started operating on it. I could feel something, but it felt like there was a thick barrier between my arm and their operating devices. This is what it feels like: like reading something…
limbo.
The next limbo was where flight attendants and stewardesses came in flirting with each other, joking about their passports, while two brothers from some exotic European country tried to explain that they came to just meet their cousin in the…
reflect.
It’s been a year since last June. I’ve gone through a lot. I’ve learned quite a lot too. Or at least hopefully so. One of the deepest things I learned is that nothing can happen in an instance. This might…
PKMzeta.
Our bodies are merely vehicles of the perpetuation of memories. Proteins cease with deaths and are reborn with birth. Eternal memories are then transferred to new neurons, forming new networks of old meanings, perpetuating ancient behaviours.