On Saturday I spent most of the day at work on overtime editing videos but I left early enough so I could walk Brad, my cousin’s Labrador around the university campus. Brad met my friend’s pug and they had a pretty cute meet playdate along the vast fields of my college. Unfortunately they were both so hyper I couldn’t take any decent photos of the two of them.
We dropped off Brad then had dinner / business meeting over nachos, burritos, mojitos and icecream.
On Sunday I was shocked to find that our neighborhood meat shop had closed down so I bought vegetables and some fruits at the grocery and spent five hours in the kitchen making salads, cooking hainanese chicken and rice while simultaneously washing used plates.
I took a break while I waited for the chicken to cook and tried to plant some tomatoes but a cat suddenly appeared and demanded I attend to him. Though I did not want to be attached to the cat (much like the Fox and the Little Prince) I still started calling him Kafka, after Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore because that afternoon felt a lot like a Murakami novel.
I sat there in my “garden” with a playful cat and my rotten tomatoes and steam rising from the kitchen while snippets of memories sat beside me.
“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.”
― Haruki Murakami,