Wednesday, December 31, 2008

thirty one, twelve, two thousand and eight

the setting:
our protagonist, living in vienna and leading a long-distance relationship with his budapestian boyfriend, stays in his german hometown over new year's eve because he loves the way it is celebrated there.
picture, how he is looking forward to spending time with friends very dear to his heart, hoping to move into the new year together with them.

the situation:
as it turns out, everyone has other parties to be invited to; being keen on going or not, but going nevertheless. our protagonist is invited to join a gathering of people most of which he doesn't or hardly knows, while it quickly gets clear he won't enjoy it much.

it is the thirty first of december two thousand and nine. our protagonist sits on the living room floor of an empty house; the fire is on in the oven, the lights of the christmas tree are out.
a friend of his, visiting him for the earlier evening, just left to attend another party. so our protagonist sits here, with his bare feet, his tea, plugs in his ears, and blogs about his bizarre situation.

born out of the decision to spend this day of celebration, one of the few he likes, with friends and not his loved one, he ends up spending it with nobody.
to pass the time, he spends the rest of his evening before midnight with reading, or studying. for should he talk with the walls, or succumb to television? then later, before rockets soar up and the cacophony of scaring the old demons away fills the air, he'll march up to the fields, where he stood many a year with many different people, gazing over the cities and their skies filled with colour and flame.

thus he sees out the year of two thousand and eight; after all the good it brought and all the bad it held have passed with its strange and twisted last week.

with that, i bid farewell to that which was and await the things that have not yet come to pass.


saturninus said...

it's really not the celebration that counts but the content of the years in between. and we are not performing bad on those terrains.

it was a bitter sweet experience to read this journal entry (especially this late, when you are just on your way home).

pílong said...

i proposed a different new years eve to a friend: to try to sneak into the roof of the tallest building in barcelona, a hotel.
but he refused. ;)
so we ended like always in a bar.

Yu said...

true, one the one hand. but then, the celebration does matter to me...

how sad he refused! i'd have jumped immediately for such a plan! phew, it's been too long since i last was on a rooftop in a city.