“Nothing has really happened until it has been described.” – Virginia Woolf
Looks good on paper and I wish its true. But it isn’t. (Or maybe it is, but takes way too long. Look at history textbooks.) Should be writing an entry as 2012 retrospective but too lazy and busy and uneasy to tackle, but I cannot pretend 2012 didn’t happen. So in short… 2012 is the worst year EVER. And also the best. If I can choose all over again, I would have still taken the same chance. And after all these I finally submitted to the power of music, thanks to Bruce Springsteen’s Wrecking Ball and Sharon Van Etten’s Tramp.
Another thing I want to put down is that strange feeling when I look at a friend’s life these days. How possibly can one feel totally disconnected with a then best friend within a year? How possibly can two best friends sit together and become speechless?