Heart management
This bird is for real.
I really can’t write right now. Too many things on my mind and they’re overcrowding. It’s like those Playing Card people in Jostein Gaardner’s ‘Solitaire Mystery’ were running around playing football in my head, and they each have Murano bottles full of, say cranberryjuicekiwijuicegrapecordial in them and the liquid is splashing everywhere and ever so often a bottle falls on the ground and there’s a cold and brittle sound of glass breaking.
My grandmother Iluminada Silos-Silverio died early this morning.
I’m in Hong Kong, and I can’t go home to see her one last time.
Pain is something one has to learn to manage when one is so far away from one’s closest, nearest and dearest.
Pain is something that refuses to leave, but it can be kept at bay.
With extreme effort, will and discipline.
Mind control.
Heart management.
I read three books over the Easter break. Jonathan Safran Foer’s ‘Everything is Illuminated;’ Jeanette Winterson’s ‘The Powerbook’; and Jack Keroac’s ‘The Road.’
My grandmother died of cancer. She was 77. We were very close.
I really should change shampoos. My dandruff is getting worse. It comes and goes and comes again.
This. Pain.
