A mother's journey, Sacramento Bee Photography
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Recuerdos Inolvidables
Growing old just brings sorrow. But you have no choice. You're gonna make it someday. Lift up your eyes and see the sun is rising. Be amazing.
2001, every evening I would go to Ibu', my Indonesian aunt's house which only took a few minutes. I would talk to her, help her in the kitchen. There was a swing tied to a tree in front of her house so we would play there sometimes. It was relaxing because the house was just a few meters away from the beach. She would tell me stories. How she missed her daughter, how things were back then. But I'm sure she's okay right now because she finally met her daughter.
Siblings. Siblings. Hm. I have two unidentical twin brothers. 22 years old. We were perfect back then. They treated me like a princess. We played together, we watched tv together. But then, when I was 5, just in a click, everything's gone. Until now, we don't talk unless it's important. We would laugh at the same thing but no, no talking. You don't want to be me. Trust me. And I don't know why. Why? No. Echo-ing in heart.
I was sitting outside of the house, talking to the moon. Not really. It was winter. I was playing with the smoke that came out from my mouth. Then this old man came to me and was like "You want some cake?(holding a plate full of cake)". I said no. It looks delicious but nahh he's a stranger duh. He was too drunk that he told me how he used to be happy with his wife, his kids. I don't even know what was the reason because he went silent for a while and started talking in a different language and pointing at the cars, locus and the pool. He sounded luctisonus but he didn't stop smiling I swear. He made my gloomy night tho. I hope he's happy right now.
But sometimes, I feel like running away you know? Like.. just run.. and not turning back. I want to forget everyone, everything. Like last July, I rode the jet ski and didn't realized that I was drifting around too far. That feeling, when you just flew away, you don't care about anything, was just amazing. The only thing I could see was the red flag that the man at the beach waved at me.
2001, every evening I would go to Ibu', my Indonesian aunt's house which only took a few minutes. I would talk to her, help her in the kitchen. There was a swing tied to a tree in front of her house so we would play there sometimes. It was relaxing because the house was just a few meters away from the beach. She would tell me stories. How she missed her daughter, how things were back then. But I'm sure she's okay right now because she finally met her daughter.
Siblings. Siblings. Hm. I have two unidentical twin brothers. 22 years old. We were perfect back then. They treated me like a princess. We played together, we watched tv together. But then, when I was 5, just in a click, everything's gone. Until now, we don't talk unless it's important. We would laugh at the same thing but no, no talking. You don't want to be me. Trust me. And I don't know why. Why? No. Echo-ing in heart.
I was sitting outside of the house, talking to the moon. Not really. It was winter. I was playing with the smoke that came out from my mouth. Then this old man came to me and was like "You want some cake?(holding a plate full of cake)". I said no. It looks delicious but nahh he's a stranger duh. He was too drunk that he told me how he used to be happy with his wife, his kids. I don't even know what was the reason because he went silent for a while and started talking in a different language and pointing at the cars, locus and the pool. He sounded luctisonus but he didn't stop smiling I swear. He made my gloomy night tho. I hope he's happy right now.
But sometimes, I feel like running away you know? Like.. just run.. and not turning back. I want to forget everyone, everything. Like last July, I rode the jet ski and didn't realized that I was drifting around too far. That feeling, when you just flew away, you don't care about anything, was just amazing. The only thing I could see was the red flag that the man at the beach waved at me.
Me
Yesterday : Hungry
Today : Hungry
Tomorrow : Hungry
Next week : Hungry
Next month : Hungry
Apocalypse : Hungry
Respect
The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it" she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted".
Not sure what is more honorable. Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.
Haunted
In Rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town's gathering place for everyone.
That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.
But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet) and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor fire at the family's farm.
The park was closed, and the town's popularity as a tourist town plummeted.
Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.
When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera. The last then seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.
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