“The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”—Jack London
I've been busy with work. But I still got lucky and was able to contribute a short vignette to an online fanzine. I thought of this blog. Does anybody even read what I write? Who am I kidding?
I lost some friends these past few months to the pandemic. Several classmates, acquaintances, and old colleagues at work. I've been away from home that long—two years to be exact. It feels like I've been away for only two months. A few months back, I turned off some setting on my social media account. From then on, I did not receive any updates from friends—I still dream of being a recluse and it seems I am gradually succeeding. But it made me really depressed when I heard of old friends and acquaintances dying. I've kept my social media alive hoping that some day, when all is well, I can get to meet them again. I guess the world doesn't work that way. All I have are the good memories of the past.
I saw the latest Bond film. [Spoiler Alert!] I think it was a good movie. The writers of that film really got me teary eyed, but that's the beauty of fiction and sequels. I presume what fooled me to cry my heart out about the movie was their subtle inclusion of pandemic elements. Forgive me, but I am a sucker for drama. I am not a very good critic, and I do appreciate films in whatever shape and forms they come. I guess there's a lesson behind that film somewhere. Death is inevitable.
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