People never die, they're just playing hide-and-seek with the rest of us. And they've found the best hiding place ever. They give us little clues along the way, reminders that they haven't really gone anywhere and that we shouldn't stop looking. So they seem to jump out at us every once in a while- when that one song plays, when you hear their voice on an old voicemail message, catch a glimpse of their picture, or read a letter they wrote before the hide-and-seek began.
"I'm here", they seem to say, "you're getting warmer". And then one day we will finally find them and they'll come out of their hiding place and ask us how we never saw them even though they could see us the whole time. And we'll have to admit that some things you just can't explain. Like how you can feel someone's presence without actually seeing them. And how even after so much time has passed, they look exactly the same. And then it's our turn to hide.
One day I will find you, my friend. Until then, rest in peace.
3 comments:
sometimes the only way to stay alive is to retreat to perhaps try and make sense of all those scattered pieces of the several selves one once was...till the pieces fit into a new jigsaw, the dawning of another new beginning; till the puzzle plays itself once again...
the quote from your previous post from the film had that intensity, capturing a sense of deep insight making it very memorable, despite being impersonal it seemed to pave way for a certain personal nostalgia, making one sit up and introspect on how strange and contradictory the world is!
"We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another —for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself."
— Paul Auster (The New York Trilogy)
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