chihiro

and then we came to the end of the internship. feels like the first train picture. the tunnel.

vacation

so i somehow unknowingly ended up in a long dinner celebrating the birthday of a centenarian. there was singing and dancing all night and it felt so warm. almost like you're part of the big family.

i don't know how or why i transitted from a funeral last night to a birthday tonight. as though the heart hurt for a while and then felt nothing almost immediately after that. i hope there is nothing wrong with me - and i think there isn't; right at the funeral, as people mourned for the dead, they gathered around tables, and it was like a magical moment. people who had lost contact for years finally came together and memories surfaced.

and even though a long-lost friend lay in the casket, we relive the memories as though he was just beside us. maybe it's a coping mechanism. maybe everyone does weep inside, even if they don't appear to feel sad.

what happens when you leave? are you really in a better place - do you go on? do you walk around and watch the world? were you with us as we talked about the past, and about you? or do you just end?

the living will move on, right? we smile, and we laugh, and we go on. and we hope that we could live like the centenarian. so rich and so very colourful.

death and life

a funeral and then a birthday.

i discovered that google has so many pretty pictures of roses, like this one: