Eoulapa
was now back at home from his strenuous field trip. Recalling his
thoughts from last night, he again started ruminating: "Room 702, red
specks midst darkness, before my eyes. Everyone else was sleeping, it
was 3 in the morning, I got up and sat on my bed, my eyes wandering
around, and what I saw was merely more darkness. The bodies of Hungeo,
Pemmaìn, Aufisü, and others blended with the background."
Eoulapa paused, processing a rather sophisticated notion: "Huh. Sometimes I forget that people are people.
I mean, some of them are my friends, some of them acquaintances, some
of them forever strangers... But it rarely comes to me that they are
humans - rarely does it occur to me that they sleep, bath, age, and
eventually will die. Goodness - things never stay forever, yet we fixate
on our experiences with them, without realising that one day they shall
fade. Without realising that friends leave us, go unheeded, and
re-emerge once on funeral day. Like a supernova - a star comes into
sight, ages, culminates, abates, and dies on the highest note, before
mingling with the vast void, becoming nothing but unilluminated dust,
remnants of its past glory..."
Eoulapa
leaned on his desk and continued: "Argh. Perhaps it's just me, in which
case this will be even more dismaying, but the eventual future
overwhelms me every time. I guess my pettiness is being intruded by
opaque significance, our ephemerality by abstruse eternity..."
And then he was stuck. "Maybe I've led myself to the wrong conclusion tonight," he thought.
~Written 10/11/23 21:58 at home.