A late-night thought about love, loss, and geography
I was in my room, thinking about the people in my life — the pain they’ve given me, the happiness they brought, and the odd uniqueness of it all. Spotify queued “California Dreamin’,” and I remembered Faye Wong’s dance in Chungking Express. Something stirred.
I still feel bad about the people I’ve lost. Lately I’ve noticed how many of them were in my life mainly because of geography and timing. We meet people because we happen to be in the same place at the same time; Chungking Express keeps coming back to me because everything in the film unfolds for that reason — time and place aligning.
I’m not saying you shouldn’t grieve, or that those people weren’t special. This isn’t a “forget her, bro” philosophy. It’s a recognition that nothing is completely singular — not even me. Sometimes a hollow opens inside me and I feel like the…