Watching the details of this overwhelming tragedy, I wonder how my friends there are, how we can help, and how we can even comprehend what they must be going through. The loss.
I keep revisiting my time there these last few days.
The lifelong friends I've made, the million cigarettes I smoked. I fell in love there once. no twice.
I went to crazy parties and the quiet countryside, I hiked down a mountain in the dark, chased the Bozozoku on their motorcycles, and ate octopus from the fish markets at 3 in the morning.
The graciousness of the people I encountered. The frustration with never being told no.
The old and the new colliding so well. The country astounds me.
No comments:
Post a Comment