There are times when we remember something unpleasant from our past. Mostly, it came out of the blue. For some, it’s a trigger and might cause panic attack; for others, it’s “nothing more” than a lump in the chest and some kind of selfish gratefulness of passing the horror.
Just now I’m watching TV series ‘Criminal Minds’ (season 10 episode 15) and suddenly I remember my ex-boyfriend.
Not specifically him, though.
His wife.
I don’t know his wife. I never meet her.
But I wonder, how is she?
I was in a really toxic relationship with my ex back then, and it went to some kind of abuse. At first, physical abuse. Then, mental abuse.
I remember some of his words: “why do you have to make things worse? Why don’t you calm me down?! Why can’t you make things perfect?! It’s all your fault!”
(And those words were uttered on a scene in the current episode of ‘Criminal Minds’ I’m watching, so yeah, it’s quite a trigger)
It’s my life. I’m alwayslivin’ on a prayer — then I met you.
Alas!
You give love a bad name, they said. You are wanted dead or alive — on a bed of roses. Angry officials, shouting from their high chairs. Pointing fingers. You tainted love’s pure name, they said.
But what is love, you cried back.
Is love pure?
Or can you find love in the darkest alley, in the dirtiest ditch, in the eye of girls selling their bodies under the dim lamps of Las Vegas?
Can you find love on a mother’s cold dead eyes, while her three-year old baby washed ashore on Turkey beach? Can you find love on the eyes of seventy-one immigrants, rotten away and nearly forgotten by the media, on a roadside at Austria?
Can you find love on Kim Davis, when she refused to celebrate love of loving people?
Is that love?
Or can you find love through Brandon’s cold camera lens, as he captures the stories of humanity on his Humans of New York? With thousands and thousands of cold texts, typed from shiny smartphones and gadgets. Each word, laced with heat of passion. Passion of humanity and better future.
“Have a nice day,” I told you, “I’ll be there for you,” even when you’re on a runaway.
Thank you for loving me, and giving me a glimpse on blaze of glory. It’s beautiful. Really beautiful.
Even though it leaves a bad medicine taste aftermath on my tongue. But the beauty is there. I am drowned.
I will never say goodbye to you. Never.
Though this ain’t a love song, I know you want to make a memory. I know you will.
Oh, I’m sorry. This is a love song. This is a love song for me, for you, for all of us. For anyone who care to listen. Under the screams of injustice, the bloodbath of religions and wars, the salutations of tyrants and dictators — this is a love song.
You told me once, “we weren’t born to follow.” You laughed, “are you seriously going to follow these people — with blood on their hands. Those innocent souls, their bloods laid bare on these dirty politicians yet nobody cares! Nobody pointed it out! These people who equally killing thousands of souls, making hundreds of people wishing to die even before Death giving them a visit, actually have a nerve to talk about humanity and social justice! Ha!”
In these arms, we have weapons. The blood is running rampant, pulsating with life. We are leaders.
What about now, I asked you. Because we can. We can be leaders. We can be the heroes of our own stories.
Itu komentar teman saya ketika dia ngeliat komik ‘Monster’ karya Urasawa Naoki yang barusan saya beli — yang berujung uang tabungan saya mendekati ludes (dan saya baru tau kalo harga komik terbitan Viz Media di sini lebih mahal dari harga selembar kemeja Mango ?)
Iya. Saya punya mangascan-nya. Saya juga tahu akhir cerita bagaimana (dan rasanya tetep pengen banting meja setiap cerita ‘Monster’ berakhir).
Tapi saya ingin sekali punya komiknya. Komplit.
Komik ‘Monster’ karya Urasawa Naoki adalah salah satu buku yang saya bisa baca berulang-ulang kali.
Selain ‘Monster’, ada juga ’20th Century Boys’ (yang diikuti ’21st Century Boys’). Diikuti ‘Pluto’. Lalu ‘Master Keaton’.
Lalu ‘Komik Peradaban’ karya Larry Gonick. Dibaca berkali-kali pun nggak bisa bosan. Saya sampe berharap satu hari ‘Komik Peradaban’ ini bisa jadi buku teks resmi untuk pelajaran sejarah di sekolah-sekolah, hahaha.
‘V for Vendetta’ karya Alan Moore. Teman saya, Ismet, berkomentar, “[V for Vendetta] itu bukan komik. Itu karya tulis filosofis.”
‘Good Omen’ karya Neil Gaiman dan Terry Pratchett. Ceritanya luar biasa kacau dan ramai (pemburu penyihir naik skuter butut bareng nenek-nenek? Ada. Malaikat ngeles ketika ditanya Tuhan? Ada. Salah sangka antara grup pemotor Harley-Davidson dengan Four Horsemen? Ada.)
Dan yang terakhir, dan ini sebenernya favorit saya setelah ‘Monster’ dan ‘Master Keaton’ (tiga karya ini ada di urutan puncak saya) — ‘The Name of The Rose’ karya Umberto Eco.
Nindya’s quick blurbs
A month too late, but I just stumbled upon IKEA France’s Tiktok video, hinting a possible collab with Animal Crossing. Unfortunately, no further information about this other than IGN picked up this news when the video was posted.
