How did it feel like?
It felt like time travel.
He picked me up from Oakleigh Station where I used to wait for him. The taxis were lined up in the same way like they had been parked there for the past 5 years. School childrens and scruffy teenagers tumbled out from the station to the complaints of old women with a grudge against everything in the world but their own births. They vanished into the surroundings as I got into the car and looked at him. He smiled. We smiled.
"So, how are you" I wanted to ruffle his hair
"I'm fine." I feel like I'm talking to a clone
"That's good" This is really odd...Its the same feeling I get when I am viewing musuem exhibits
We checked on each other just like how we usually do on all those long distance calls except I was back in time. Talking to him and hanging out like the past 4 years did not really happen but it did. I'm different but he seem to be the same. We reached the house and Harley the doggie greeted me just like it used to be like. His sister looked up, said hi and went back to typing on her laptop. His mom said come eat and I sat down. There wasn't a huge deal of sooooo howwww haveeee you been. The word vintage kept popping up in my head and I sniffed the air for a musty scent. There wasn't any. The television was showing Neighbours at the usual time - 7pm, I could't recognise any of casts but the plotline was the same.
We had dinner and we walked into the bedroom just like before. He had the same photos on the corkboard...of the entire bunch of us laughing and doing silly poses at the airport looking absolutely gleeful. "You still have those photos up there!?" "Yea..."
I didn't know what to say. I was surprised, happy, sad, worried, curious, nostalgic, regretful, appreciative, apologetic...all at the same time. I wanted to ask why but I didn't. Perhaps it was just one of those things which you put up on your walls and they become the wall and you don't really notice it.
"I'm seldom at home anyway, usually at hers"
"Oh ok, just worried that she'll scold you for not taking it down"
He didn't reply or maybe he didn't even hear it. The line was said and like our relationship or what's left of it - it didn't matter anymore. It's just like the photo on the wall, part of the wall, sitting with faded memories and musty scents, forgotten moments and a thin glistening thread of what was once a beautiful relationship with much laughters followed by the heartbreak.
2001
I can't live here
You can't go there
There's the ocean inbetween
We will be friends
As simple as that
I said
He picked me up from Oakleigh Station where I used to wait for him. The taxis were lined up in the same way like they had been parked there for the past 5 years. School childrens and scruffy teenagers tumbled out from the station to the complaints of old women with a grudge against everything in the world but their own births. They vanished into the surroundings as I got into the car and looked at him. He smiled. We smiled.
"So, how are you" I wanted to ruffle his hair
"I'm fine." I feel like I'm talking to a clone
"That's good" This is really odd...Its the same feeling I get when I am viewing musuem exhibits
We checked on each other just like how we usually do on all those long distance calls except I was back in time. Talking to him and hanging out like the past 4 years did not really happen but it did. I'm different but he seem to be the same. We reached the house and Harley the doggie greeted me just like it used to be like. His sister looked up, said hi and went back to typing on her laptop. His mom said come eat and I sat down. There wasn't a huge deal of sooooo howwww haveeee you been. The word vintage kept popping up in my head and I sniffed the air for a musty scent. There wasn't any. The television was showing Neighbours at the usual time - 7pm, I could't recognise any of casts but the plotline was the same.
We had dinner and we walked into the bedroom just like before. He had the same photos on the corkboard...of the entire bunch of us laughing and doing silly poses at the airport looking absolutely gleeful. "You still have those photos up there!?" "Yea..."
I didn't know what to say. I was surprised, happy, sad, worried, curious, nostalgic, regretful, appreciative, apologetic...all at the same time. I wanted to ask why but I didn't. Perhaps it was just one of those things which you put up on your walls and they become the wall and you don't really notice it.
"I'm seldom at home anyway, usually at hers"
"Oh ok, just worried that she'll scold you for not taking it down"
He didn't reply or maybe he didn't even hear it. The line was said and like our relationship or what's left of it - it didn't matter anymore. It's just like the photo on the wall, part of the wall, sitting with faded memories and musty scents, forgotten moments and a thin glistening thread of what was once a beautiful relationship with much laughters followed by the heartbreak.
2001
I can't live here
You can't go there
There's the ocean inbetween
We will be friends
As simple as that
I said