'A Mortar, A Pestle & Stars'

A few nights ago I dreamt that my friend's father had called me up, and proceeded to request that I be part of the wedding convoy which he was organizing. But throughout the dream, there was no mention of who the newlyweds were. I agreed wholeheartedly to his plan (and all the while playing guessing games, but to no avail), only to have him set the meeting time at 2:30 in the morning, in front of his house. We were to meet in a few more hours, in the dream. It was then that I woke, staggered to my feet, and felt the utter frustration of not being able to make it back in time to Taiping, as I realized that the public transportation systems weren't operational yet - they only begin working at 7:30 a.m.. After a while, I fully comprehended the reality of the situation, and went back to sleep, irritated and feeling like an idiot.

My aunt had the gate to her house repainted in white this week (along with other areas within proximity: surfaces still virgin to the foliage of creepers). The album cover art for 'Now Here Is Nowhere' comes to mind every time I see the entrance (thus far).

I don't know the amount of time which has elapsed since I last gazed into the sky for stars, I thought to myself in the darkness of my bus ride home from Butterworth yesterday. The sky was clear then, and the stars: too numerous to be counted.

There was a folktale I read way back about how the stars came to be in the sky: they were originally companions, but were flung into the sky by an angry boy. In his rage, he had also pounded incessantly his pestle to mortar. It served to drown out his friends. But when he stopped, it was already too late - he had created a vast physical division, irreconcilable between the earth and sky; and they never spoke to him since.

This was from a book I read before I was twelve. I'm pretty sure of that, but not much else.

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