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Stranger #83:

(When did he last laugh, and what at?)

i am not alone today. there are bodies surrounding me, but where are you? why are we here? 

love. it may not be enough, but it is the basis for sentience. for joy, for direction, for a future, a past, even the deepest of antipathies. 

my feet carry me to this bench every now and then. it is therapeutic, curative, almost, to gaze at folks passing by. we are the earth, moulded into cold creatures. warped as i may be, i’d like to commit to memory our shared humanity. 

we used to come here. now, i. i can’t remember the last time i laughed because every time i think of you, of us, i let out a little laugh. a little sigh. love feels more fragile than life; joy and sorrow are ephemeral. from here on in, i am conditioned to accept conditional love— the only kind i know exists. 

i am about to get up and move again. i, a trudger. landscapes will change, memories will be distorted, but the past has been set in stone, and will always remain.

Story Continued by Pin Han Lim (20).

ABSOLUTELY exhilarated for the collaboration with The Strangers Project [Singapore] that was organised by the lovely Janel, whom I got to know through a mutual friend, Joan, and a huge shout out to her for being the start of the connection. :)))