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He wants to remember every pore, every stray hair, wants to emblazon her into his memory, even as he is certain he will always know her, that even if he is an old man by the time he returns to her, even if she has aged and changed, he will know her.
Life was dynamic and vast, and she wondered if she’d ever be able to experience enough of it to feel satisfied, if she could die happy knowing she’d only gotten to rub up against the small corner of the world she lived in.
stereotype that Filipino musicians were only good at jazz and popular music. Now Haiwen talked about Mr. Reyes constantly, in awe of the diversity of his musical knowledge
Maybe it’s this obsession over things we can’t change that is killing us. Maybe we have to stop thinking about it and move forward with our lives.”
“But aren’t you afraid of forgetting?” “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m afraid of a lifetime of remembering the things I want to forget.”
She wants to tell them people only die when there is no one left to remember them, but if they hold each other tightly, they can keep all the ghosts of their family alive.
