“Oh, How Often You’ll Remember The Sudden Pain Of Unnamed Longing”

thinking about “the five stages of grief” by linda pastan and “miss you. would like to take a walk with you.” by gabrielle calvocoressi

Entah bagaimana ceritanya, kini kita kembali ke titik awal. Dimana tidak ada kata ‘kita’ dan yang ada hanya kata ‘aku’ dan 'kamu’. Dimana kita kini hanyalah orang asing yang pernah menjadi bagian penting di kehidupan masing-masing. Akankah kita tersenyum saat kita bertemu lagi? Atau akankah kita berpura-pura seperti tidak kenal?

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Dear. M (2020)

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“I felt heavy my whole life. I always thought that death would be the heaviest thing of all, but it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks. I wanted to stay empty, like the eagle in the proverb, left to perch, my bones filled with air pockets, but heaviness found me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t shake it off; I couldn’t transform it, evaporate or melt it. It was distinct from me, but it hooked itself into my body like a parasite. I couldn’t figure out if something was wrong with me or if this was just my life—if this was just how people felt like concrete was dragging their flesh off their bones.”

— The Death of Vivek Oji, Akwaeke Emezi

Bahkan, saling mencintaipun pasti akan ada rasa hambarnya. Maka, bertahanlah.

NAH!

into the woods

franz kafka “letters to friends, family, and editors” // unknown // the world to come (2020, dir. mona fastvold) //mary oliver "entering the kingdom” // colette “claudine getting married” // edvard munch “towards the forest”, 1897 // “the wolf’s eyelash” clarissa pinkola estés // wendell berry “stay home”

Richard Jackson, from “Nausicaa’s Secret”