Jeremy Fernandez

I take comfort in watching the news. It reminds me that things continue to function. Even if it is all disrupted or disorderly. Jeremy's tie made me smile today; an off pink contrasted to a dark brown suit, a horrid and pleasant combination added to with soothing pinstripes. He bares a small resemblance to a friend I once had, which is told to me frequently by family members.

"Yes I know it looks like him, Yep Yep I know."
On a side note, Dad pointed this out during dinner this evening. Again.

John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but will still keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

bronte

we will be with you and hold you till you're quiet, i know it hurt's to let go

Shocking News

One day you will wake up. You will eat breakfast. Depending on your hygiene standards, you may even shower. You'll go to work, and yell at several people over the phone. Lunch with the boss. Stressed. You'll be stuck in afternoon traffic and you'll call your significant other to tell them that you'll be late. Your children will go to soccer training. You'll enter the living room, with a nice cup of tea and then flick on the news.

And then, that's it. Your past. It's gone.
Reporter: Today at 12.03pm, Robin Williams has died.

THERE. WILL. GO. MY. CHILDHOOD.

--- Thus I propose a suggestion. Let us create technology to immortalise this man only. For ever and ever. Amen.

UNSW

I can see myself walking through the gardens, here. Listening to old voices and reading and reading and reading. Drinking with Benjamin.

Things will be good.

Roses Grow.

are you there where the good ones go? can you write me a letter? could you visit home?

I knew a man. He was known by his middle name. John. He was strong. Gentle. Tall. Broad. All the things a man should be. He was smart and loved and loved and loved. I have photo's of him in the army. Working on the planes he loved so much. He met his wife through his work, and passion never left either. He had a baritone. He sung harmonies with me. Of all the girls that are so smart, there's none like pretty Sally, she's the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley... I used to sit on his lap and watch Wheel of Fortune. Sherbet lemons. Crosswords. Not allowed to touch the walls. Two minute noodles. Dinners on trays, so you could eat at the lounges.

"Sally.. You have warm hands today." - his eyes would twinkle.
"Sally.. Cold hands. You're just like your mother." - he'd hold me tight. His eyes would twinkle anyway.

They always did.


I haven't grasped that it was him in that coffin, you know. It was just a box to me. With flowers. Roses. Like his garden bed. It grows, and I wonder whether the flowers have forgotten him.. Are you too busy reaching for the warmth of the sun?

you could sit at the foot of my bed, and sing reassurances.. because I'm not sure of anything.