21052010

This time last year, the day after your birthday, I saw you for the final time before going home.
It's funny how some dates will always be imprinted in ones memory.
I could not blog yesterday.
Sometimes,I wonder what would have happened, if I had not taken that flight a year ago. The outcome could have been the same, but would my sense of guilt match that of those who were there on that fateful day, 10 days from today, a year ago?
On the last day of this month, I will be away, far from it all, perhaps on a dusty road in Kathmandu, on a green trail hiking to Nagarkot, in a dingy restaurant eating spicy potstickers or on a breezy plateau high above the rest of the world. A year would have passed and my reaction will still be apparently torpid. Moping sucks and does nothing for anyone, I will laugh hard on that day, the way we used to.
Are people onions? Layer upon layer, almost-always hollow-centred, they add flavour, they make you cry. Whatever.

"From a delightfully digression-packed essay on John Mackie's argument from relativity"
reading that statement on my prof's blog followed by an excerpt of my answer script was a little unnerving but whadayaknow, he must have liked the digressions :)))

Vertigo,

the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.