THE UNFORGETABLE NEW YEAR’S EVE

On the occasion of the new year of Tiger, I would like to tell what it was like being alone at the moment as well as how I felt what I thought of.

People have things either to remember or to forget, so do I. But that night must be different than that of all the others’.

There is a time of apprehension which begins with the beginning of the darkness, and to which only the speech of love can lend security. It is there, in abeyance, at the end of everyday, not urgent enough to be given the name of fear but rather of concern for how the hours are to be reprieved from fear, and those who have forgotten how it was when they were. Young men could remember nothing of it.

... to be continued