day 79

It is easy to reflect on things furthest from us. We don't have to feel its grip, its terror, its emotional charge, or, in other words, they don't belong to us, so they don't mean a thing to us.

We can easily conjure up something to say about objects of study: the weather report, the political column, the survey of ageing and its social effects, and etc. But when the events and memories closest to us happen or are brought back to mind, we are crippled, and shocked out of our usual composed selves. We simply go blank. I simply went blank.

Do not despise photographs and seemingly cold and distant objects. They may just be the triggers to a concealed emotion.