Nadia Assegaf

Body is just a shelter for the soul. Functional
matter. Nothing to be obsessed with. Obsessed
with something else, says the body. For example,
be extremely obsessed with memories. If you
have time, write down every single thing.

The feeling is gone already. But you still whisper a wish for
his happiness every single day. That's not love anymore,
that's what comes from every laugh, fight, tear, intimacy,
routine you've been through together. Three years is not
a short period. Three year of sharing dreams and fears
and secrets. It's very distrubing fact that time is a mere
illusion, time doesn't have a clear shape but
wraps every moment and feeling in this giant bundle
of abstraction. What's left behind of those three long
years are only memories, emails, and tagged photos.
Shapes that are hard to touch. What's fair anymore?
A wise man said only a verysharp mind is able to do a
perfect reminiscing on memories. We only remember
moments in our way to preserve those moments, we
only see what we want to see, we only remember what
we want to remember; not exactly how they happened.
And before you realize it, the present time already swallows
all those moments and feelings and faces into a cloudy
space where everything is meant to be forgotten.

- The book of forbidden feelings, Lala Bohang.

Five years, nadia said.