A Eulogy

Once you pass a certain age, life is just a continuous process of losing one thing after another. One after another, things you value slip out of your hands the way a comb loses teeth. People you love fade away one after another. That sort of thing. Surely, you must remember.

--1Q84, Haruki Murakami--

Dedicated to my dear friend, Dwi Anggraini, who just lost her beloved husband this early morning. My heart goes to you, be strong...