And so, as it was to be, I met W for our prearranged traditional tea. Complete with cucumber sandwiches and scones, and tea, of course. Amidst a row of lovely bamboo trees, and the chatters of tai-tais. Then we were off to see Pin Pin's Invisible City. All shows were sold out less the 9:00PM one. I found Invisible City trying to deliver a message about the important of history. Not history from the textbooks, but the unwritten history, Struggling to be recorded before they fade into non-existence.
I have lots of history. I have been writing diaries since fourteen; still doing so. I have been blogging for about seven years. I have several boxes of snail mail; much less nowadays. And of course, I have many photos, of all forms. All these efforts are probably my savings for the future. For that will come when I cannot even remember to remember Like a character in Invisible City who realises that The DV tapes are the only fragments of him that he'll leave behind.
While Pin Pin realises that it is about "the need to be remembered For what one has seen and experienced, about the fear of being Forgotten and unaccounted for," does it really matter? I suppose, if it matters, one will do something about it. If it doesn't, it doesn't matter, really. Time passes, and the world moves on regardless.
Just a quick note on Hegel, who was being quoted by One of the characters in Invisible City:
Was vernünftig ist, das ist Wirklich; und was wirklich ist, das ist vernünftig.
(translated) What is reasonable is real; that which is real is reasonable.
(from wiki) If reflection, feeling, or whatever form subjective consciousness may take, looks upon the present as something vacuous and looks beyond it with the eyes of superior wisdom, it finds itself in a vacuum, and because it is actual only in the present, it is itself mere vacuity. If on the other hand the Idea passes for 'only an Idea', for something represented in an opinion, philosophy rejects such a view and shows that nothing is actual except the Idea.
W never fails to amuse me. So, we were having tea; the traditional kind. The typical four to six o'clock accompanied by cucumber and egg sandwiches Complete with scones served on a three-tiered stand. But that, is not, the gist. "You never fail to amuse me," she said as she sipped her tea While I floated to her my ideas on my next chapter. As I drifted to the topic of loneliness and dying alone (Somewhat remotely related to Invisible City) She shared with me a conversation she had with a friend. "We actually thought of setting a club for such people," she said. "And we'll call it 'Don't Let Your Cat Eat You' Club". "Why don't you call it the 'Don't Let Your Pet Eat You' Club," I suggested. "You'll get more business this way." "Doh."
What a morbid discussion.
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