vendredi, février 25, 2000 I attended a wake today - Mother crying, relatives mourning - the loss of another loved one. 2 in a year. Devastation for the family. White chairs, I see - white chairs. Lian Heng… shameless marketing ploy. Black against white. Have the dead no dignity? More filing in - Hey there, Hi, How are you, Did you see - have you heard - Terrible - I wish - I miss - Tragic, undeserved, WHY? I take a walk. Hand in hand. Around. I touch not the agony that is mahogany. I turn away and pretend. Dedicated to the memory of my favourite teacher of all time, the late Ms. Rosalind Jacob. I will always remember the conversations we had in your office, with the hollow-sounding floors, and the beautifully labelled files, and the computer screensaver that tirelessly redrew picture after picture as we chatted about anything and everything and nothing in particular. I miss you already. 25.2.2000 1am. Libellés : personal [WAKE] |
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