it is one of those moments when you get excited about one thing more than anyone closest to you would. night has just fallen and automobiles light up like fireflies, ferociously looking for enemies and friends at the same time on the city’s roads. you are looking out from inside one of the fireflies’s cold belly, thinking of one of the best books you have recently read. your husband and one of your dear friends would love the protagonist’s mother because she likes wallace stevens and transcendental poetry that do not incorporate the narcissistic pronoun “I”. and then you get distracted by the tender and alluring smell of freshly made pancakes you just bought.
I went to the dentist at my former university’s medical centre. I was told to eat particular foods and then come back after a few weeks to be x-rayed. I cycled home and decided to take the routes I used to take when I was still a student there. I cruised into and out of a neighborhood – the houses were small, one-storied, painted cream and looked very similar to each other. The roads were wide and quiet.
And I arrived at the business strip, which looked like little Hongkong. My dream self thought to herself that the place had changed so much since the last time she was there. In fact, it looked totally different.
I stepped into a toko kelontong that mostly sold storage boxes and containers. I just browsed lightly and went out. Outside, I saw a textile shop closing.
I rode my bike and went to a different spot of the strip. It was getting dark and the lights and billboard were lighting up. The colours and ambience seemed like something from Miyazaki’s “From Up on Poppy Hill”.
i was riding a horse on my own for the first time (never even done it in real life!). a friend, who clearly was an expert in horse-riding, was riding another horse. he was really calm but i was terrified. our horses sped between cars on a busy road and funny mine was leading. i felt like i was going to fall so i held on real tight to the horse’s hair.
after a while, we stopped. my friend told me i shouldn’t feel too frightened. as horses were sensitive creatures, i should find myself able to connect with it if i only tried. so, before we moved on, i whispered to my horse, “horsey, just slow down, okay? i’m not used to this and i’m so afraid.”
to my surprise, the horse turned its head and said, “alright. you are safe with me. you don’t need to feel afraid.” i was so shocked i nearly fell. But it lived up to its words and our journey was surprisingly comfortable!
i then arrived at my old highschool to attend my classes. it turned out i was still a student.