Mister Chu

Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.

—

Salman Rushdie (via juskysnewbooks)
 
 

Mister Chu:

And this is so
and is also why
the more urgent
or fond hope
of most living
(human) beings
is to be remembered
or more urgently yet
to not be forgotten
(that gnawing useless fear).


 

(via journalofanobody)