December 19, 2019
Life's all about arriving and leaving. Never about the staying. Or is it the other way around? Is it all of those things? He can't decide. Is it up to him? In one of his long talks with his mother, he noticed how she balled up each used Kleenex and arranged them in a straight line in front of her, like they're soldiers who are supposed to protect her. She kept looking up at him with her kind eyes, and yet he felt rotten. She said it's fine. Go. Live your own life. He still doesn't know how to proceed.