I just came home from a backpacking journey, during which I constantly thought of the many ways I could die during the trip.
I came back alive.
But at the void deck of my HDB block was the set-up of a wake service.
Sometimes I think life (and death) has a very profound way of reminding how ridiculous and exceedingly short it is.
I represent the future possibility that anticipates my abrupt end at some point, while the dead man in the coffin cannot even consciously represent the future impossibility of his existence. I wonder who is in a better position - the future me or the past him.
Somehow, I find a weird connection to the dead man.
I could almost reach out to him and tell him how much he is not going to be missed but will absolutely diminish his own existence through mediation, representation, and remembrance. I don't know how we could live so peacefully without having a honest outlook of this irony.
I really think, it is the infinite possibilities at the moment of being alive or dead that is at the heart of this basic irony of life.
What comes after is really performance. (Contrary to what some think, performance kills.)
If you send me off with music accompaniment, you are anticipating that I will be forgotten.
today, the void deck is void.
today, the void deck is void.
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