There are often times one need to travel to the Southern part of the Island, usually get stuck in front of the tunnel. It’s not because we need to get to a crowded place, southern parts of the Island is tranquil enough, but the way we need to walk through is crowded with people. That would be Causeway Bay.
So we get pissed off on the way, anxious, fear, weary, a lot of emotions comes in because of uncertainty, we feel like wasting our lives in meaningless events. Maybe reading a book, some random computer games on tablet, but the focus can only be distracted, not worn away.
At times my focus would be attracted to the cemeteries in Happy Valley, right near the tunnel, next to the very place of metropolitan lives in Hong Kong. Staring at the graveyards, counting the tombstones, maybe your sight would linger on a sculpture or two with moss of the edges, surrounded by trees and green grass, a small chapel is in the center of the greys.
Then Song of Rossetti would hum in my mind:
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
The features of this very moment, both paradoxical and absurd, drew my attention to some random novels and movies I have read, the Fight Club. I have doubts over the sentiments that struck me, was this a part of the novel? Why would I feel better?
Then I took out my Kindle and flip over, it says “Losing all hope was freedom”, “When you are really dying, you feel like people are listening to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak”. Those were two of the reasons the narrator touristed the various self-help groups in the hospital in the novel.
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