Monday, June 07, 2010

Two Months.

Sometimes we feel the need to take note the absence, the loss. It comes all so sudden, the urgency to fill the gaps, as if it bridges the then and now by the inconsequential details that we pile up feverishly like stones and sand in the shore we know would crumble into unimportance amidst the roiling waves. But we do it anyway. We recall what has been, how it has been, but then realize again that there is nothing but loss – we lost all of it to time. But then, it also reveals ourselves, and we’d like to think we’ve triumphed somehow. But we know there will still be waves to brave, lapses to fill. And time, how pockets are sewn not to accommodate you like coins.

3 comments:

Visual Velocity said...

Whoa, I think this is your shortest post ever.

Lapit na Cinemalaya. Are you flying to Manila to watch?

the scud said...

huwow. ang ganda ng pagkakasulat ng post mo. are you ok?

jayclops said...

shortest post ba to? baka smaller font lang hehe. no, i won't go to manila to watch cinemalaya. though i know someone who has his first feature film as an entry, si Teng Mangansakan. I participated once in a film directing workshop he conducted with Nick Deocampo.

scud, ganyan talaga ako pag tinotopak, kahit anong kalokohan ang pinagsasasabi. hindi ko nga maintindihan ano yan eh, bwahahaha.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Renton, Trainspotting