Time and again people's faces emerge from nowhere, but I do not remember their names, only vaguely know that they are somehow related to me. Some names come to my brush unexpectedly, but after searching every corner of my memory, I have to admit that I no longer know who they are. Some names I write slowly and with great care, and others I write hastily . Sometimes a name stands alone, while at other times a name can bring a series of other names to mind.
September 16, 2002, the Moon Festival. For the first time, I used light to write the names of everybody related to me. In the following nights, I did the same thing. Writing always became more difficult later in the night, and also more evocative and sentimental, especially when I wrote the names of those who have died, who live at the other end of the world, or whom I might never meet again .
To make each of the names a star, I paste them into a star chart. Some of them are distant and dim, while others are bright and flashing. The number of people I know grows. The star chart also expands, until the day I can no longer move the flashlight in my hand. I know from astronomy that even a fixed star has a limited lifetime C it will disappear one day and become a black hole. My sky is the same. Calmly and with resignation , I have to accept this reality.
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