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The fossilization of memory. Sounds too scientific, too pedagogic. Very much like the notes I used to write in Zoology, only in a sentimental context. Note that this blog is a hole in my failing consciousness. Should you leave this blog wondering about things, e-mail me at utakgago [at] gmail [dot] com for questions, job offers, and for-the-lack-of-a-breather e-mails. Subscribe via RSS.

Stoic

I try not to miss people.

I don’t know why or how I do it but it works. You see, before you even make friends with someone consider this fact: there will come a time when goodbyes are the right thing to say. It will always happen. So don’t cling too much. Brace for the things to come. Expect the worst things–she dying in a car crash, she dying in a train collision. Reserve a tiny bit of everything for yourself.

It’s as if to say you should think (or probably tell) all your eulogies about her while she’s still living.

It’s funny, but I don’t really feel anything right now. They go teary-eyed over things. I don’t. Sometimes I miss the feeling of missing people.

March 6, 2010 at 6:50 pm, filed under Pensive shits, Sentemotional. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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