Remembrance of things past

Yang fana adalah waktu. Kita abadi:

memungut detik demi detik, merangkainya seperti bunga

sampai pada suatu hari kita lupa untuk apa.

"Tapi, yang fana adalah waktu, bukan?" tanyamu.

Kita abadi.

Time is transient. We are eternal:

plucking seconds, one by one, arranging them like flowers

until one day we forget what for.

"But, time is transient, is it not?" you ask.

We are eternal.

—A Sapardi Djoko Damono's poem that I really love. Unfortunately, its English translation is not as good. I dedicate this poem to my family, which somehow mirrors the family in THE BARBARIAN INVASIONS (Denys Arcand, 2003)