odds n' ends
どこでもいいよ
I finished my last class of undergrad recently. It was a little uneventful, a little boring. The professor spoke about the brightness of our futures, that there was no need to be sad for our parting despite the current times, though I don’t recall anyone on the Zoom call actually being sad. The wrong season, perhaps.
Parting probably shares the same color as summer’s end instead: afternoon sunlight streaming through the leaves, a drawstring hat gently carried by the wind. There is a sense of loss here that I can’t seem to place, a certain notion of finality. Sometimes, I miss the lazy summer days where I sat by the windowsill and binged One Piece, the Percy Jackson series, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Or maybe parting has the hue of trains. I remember the incredible sense of sadness I felt when I rewatched the scene when Chihiro boarded the train with No Face to find Zenibaba, accompanied by Joe Hisaishi’s beautiful “The sixth station.” Or the time Taichi and the gang waved goodbye as the train carried them back to the real world. Perhaps parting is only sad in retrospect. It’s simply not the season yet. Comments are closed.
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