Flat surfaces fool you
No marks
Cool and uncomplicated-looking things
Not one visible crack
Not a single, faint tremor

Ancient earthquakes

There are no fingerprints here
No traces of clenched fists
Yelled-out voices
Never transcribed
Pristine vastness of white that fools you

Yes... memories are sly creatures.

How Long Has It Been?

Too long... but time is relative here.

Sensation of tremors in my arms
My hands feel like two phantoms
My elbows absent
My shoulders floating somewhere else

And I only feel my back pressed against the wall

Locks of hair- like twisted shoelaces
Form patterns on my scalp
The companions of idle fingertips
Weaving idleness into forms of creations

Six years of silence in a six-minute full circle.

A Great Many Things...

... await our meeting.

Preparations are being made. And time always seems slow and long in that terminal.

Tita Shirley, Don't!

I was watching a romantic comedy this morning with the five-year-old daughter of my Lucky Star. Welp, she basically kept trying to distract me from watching with, “Tita, look at what I drew.” “Tita, what’s inside your bag?” “Tita, stay until the evening.” “Tita, make my cocoa.”… and such things.

Not to mention that she was trying, in the usual ways of children, to quote the movie I was watching (which she apparently has seen a lot of times already.)

The thing that really made me smile though was when the scene where the lovers kiss was being shown and she said, “Tita, don’t look. It’s ewwww…”

_Kids.:D

The "But-Or-Oh-He-or-She-Is-Dead" Man.

'tis a well-known fact in our group how our dad can always tell the most animated story of his childhood escapades, times in the seminary and growing-up blues. And of the colorful lives that crossed with his.

Once, when our dad saved up to see the Vienna Boys' Choir perform in our country, he said, "It was simply wonderful! I had a few friends with me. One of them even got to train with the Vienna Boys' Choir before, oh he's dead already, and he brought a big photo of him with the choir in front of the Palace. And he showed the photo to everyone he saw that night."

Another time he said, "We were very poor and my mom couldn't afford to send us to school so I went to the nun who ran our school, oh she's dead already, to tell her that I couldn't continue with my schooling. And she said no and got me a benefactor. I'm very thankful."

This beloved man, who has the widest heart in the world, tells us the most fascinating stories of the many good-hearted individuals who helped him along the way, oh but most of them are dead already, and speaks so "casually" of their passing.

I guess the point here is that it wasn't that their passing from this life was for naught but that they lived their lives passing good things to other people. That they somehow left this world a better place than when they first found it.:)