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ocean of time
Nov. 26th, 2019 02:07 pma friend popped across my feed, a friend who i haven't thought about in—gosh, forever.
we were very fast friends when i lived in Boston, but for only about half a year, maybe longer. she wound up having to leave the city because The Rent Was Too Damn High, and she wound up in the Carolinas for a bit because that's where her parents lived, and the internet tells me that's where she's at now.
we shared dreams together, got drunk at the awesome taqueria near BU, cried over a breakup together, yada yada. and now i'm just... not even sure who she is, nowadays, how she's doing. i hope she's doing well but i don't know. we were only friends for a little while, in the grand scheme of things, little enough that i can't decide whether the "hey i was thinking of you" message would be worth it, or if it'd just be weird, with those five years of distance between us.
the thing that i always found most beautiful and moving and tragic about Final Fantasy 8's core story was this: using a Guardian Force erases people's memories over time. you can have power, you can have incredible power. but that power will consume you, until you won't remember how much you used to cherish and love the people around you, why you loved them and how. (think of Irvine! running into Squall and the rest of them, after such a long time apart, and then realizing none of them remember you, none of them remember each other—augh!)
but the hideous truth is: time will do that anyway. and it may not even give you power in the exchange.
we were very fast friends when i lived in Boston, but for only about half a year, maybe longer. she wound up having to leave the city because The Rent Was Too Damn High, and she wound up in the Carolinas for a bit because that's where her parents lived, and the internet tells me that's where she's at now.
we shared dreams together, got drunk at the awesome taqueria near BU, cried over a breakup together, yada yada. and now i'm just... not even sure who she is, nowadays, how she's doing. i hope she's doing well but i don't know. we were only friends for a little while, in the grand scheme of things, little enough that i can't decide whether the "hey i was thinking of you" message would be worth it, or if it'd just be weird, with those five years of distance between us.
the thing that i always found most beautiful and moving and tragic about Final Fantasy 8's core story was this: using a Guardian Force erases people's memories over time. you can have power, you can have incredible power. but that power will consume you, until you won't remember how much you used to cherish and love the people around you, why you loved them and how. (think of Irvine! running into Squall and the rest of them, after such a long time apart, and then realizing none of them remember you, none of them remember each other—augh!)
but the hideous truth is: time will do that anyway. and it may not even give you power in the exchange.
