Everyday I wish it was the day I went back home and found Kamwa for the first time. I wish it was the day he came to my arms and we became friends, I wish it was one of those days where he would fall asleep in my arms for hours on end and I would feel I’m the luckiest person in the world to have that moment with him.
Yesterday, one of the friends I have in 🬪🬖🬫🬙🬪🬵’s office was telling me that he’s been seeing many vehicle crashes and dead bodies on the streets when he is going back home in the past week (he has to go to another city, so the road is dangerous)
And well all I was thinking was the horror of seeing my beloved children dead on the streets. The terrible feeling of holding their dead bodies in my hands and burring them.
Many years ago, one of our cats “Bach-che” had a kid, an orange little kitten that was too shy and afraid. She was always in the garden and would shy away from us. Once late at night we saw her behind our window. She was starting to our hall (she was a month and half, she was as little as palm of my hand) and she was the cutest thing in the whole world. We watched each other for a few minutes before her mother came and took her.
Then a few later I was walking in the backyard and saw her dead body. Not only she was dead, I could see her skull, and she was decomposing… It was such a horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible day. My body still shakes each time I think about her.
Steve Jobs would have killed himself seeing Apple like this crap.
I’m watching this thing Geoffrey Litt, and he talks about how he was trying to make a lisp, and found Alex Warth making a spatial language and then being blown away. So it was not only me seeing Chris Granger and Maestro Victor and having my mind blown away.
These are the last days I’m at First Island , and so one of the things I’m doing is taking advantage of the scanner I have here, and I’m scanning all the notebooks to make the essays in Archive even better.