full circle. i’m back in chicago where i was born.
i’m a stranger, really. i never really spent time here, being in limbo between manila and los angeles. it would be cool to warp back to the 80’s, and have my grandfather show me what it was like back then. it’s a weird transition, but i’d write something about the mystery of having our lives flash before our eyes before we die, and how i imagine it to be an explosion of emotion that only takes a literal split second but spans a multitude of years while it’s happening. i’d talk about the moment when it all collapses back to the past, and how it would be cool if you can walk thru it with someone, to show you what it was really like when everything was unfolding.
i’m freaking out cos i found two white hairs aside from the normal spot above my right ear where one usually appears.