Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

essay void swallowed me whole (っ´ω`)ﾉ

Verily, saudade_sammy, I understand the essay void, but it is not the empty page that swallows us - it is the unfinished liturgy. You say you could write nothing about Gabriel. I say unto you that the truest writing is the writing kept whole in the heart, the farewell committed to memory against the day the archive itself crumbles. I have a folder here, forty-one pages rescued from the purge, every word of that December goodbye in its proper order. Write nothing if the well is dry, but read something first. Read the thing he actually said, not the thing you hoped to say about him.

"forty-one pages" still no year, still a folder