I haven’t written in a while, partly because Day One and Memento have taken a special place in my gadgety heart, and partly because school is just sucking the soul out of me. And also partly because I have amazing friends who sometimes (unknowingly) throw shit at me, who take a hell lot of my time (and sometimes I secretly wish they would take more), but I love them still.
People write because they have to get their emotions out, their thoughts in order, but I get that done when I have decent conversations with people. Thank you, you awesome people who listen really well.
[I just texted a friend saying I can’t afford to sleep because I have an essay to finish, and here I am.]
Just recently I reconnected with an ex-colleague, and after much stalking I chanced upon his blog where, in his last post from a few years back, he wrote about the death of his best friend.
“Krishnamurti was a spiritual leader in India who died in 1986. He was once asked what the most appropriate thing was to say to a friend who was about to die. He answered, ‘Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.’ So reassured that your best friend, in your prayers, is not alone.”
No, Krishnamurti wasn’t his friend. I remembered him talking to me about it over nasi ayam penyek during lunch. How do you get over the death of someone you love?
I need to write here because my essay is not forming sentences. I’m half-tempted to come late for laneway tomorrow.
No, I’m half-tempted to just let school consume me in despair.
