Alien Landscape

quiet tears with stars in his eyes.

i told a story once, on the breakwater in Pasir Ris at night. me and F were just sitting and watching stars. what's left of them anyways. it was mournful, the black sea brutally laced with ships with lights. and those few stars. and he asked me something like: the seabreeze. how? the first thing that came to mind was the sighing breath of a long dead giantess. i started to tell him so.
there was that rush of thoughts and pain again and naturally i began weaving a story. of giants, love, deserts, the birth of mankind. it spanned for long moments. the stars listened and nodded. the breeze wailed in relief. the waves crashed in applause. that night, i was on the floor of the earth, cross-legged and old like a grandmomma and telling every child their history, before birth. i felt it. history, still warm in its death coursing through me like lifeblood.
i cannot record the story here. i told him it was too special, it was too big. mankind cannot have the responsibility of hearing the Giant story. to my amazement, when i reached the ending involving death and stars, i turned to see him in tears. quiet tears with stars in his eyes.
Posted by NHJ 3/17/2005 09:02:00 pm

Thursday, March 17, 2005