CARRIE, 1 Jan 2016
Have you ever felt like you could stay in a certain moment forever?
Usually a certain moment in the past that can never come back?
Usually with certain people?
I thought a lot about some people recently, some of whom I met long ago, on a trip, and haven’t seen since.
Some of us stayed connected on social media when that became a thing, even if we never actually met again and even if the ‘connection’ was more symbolic than real.
But at least we stayed in touch, me and people I hiked with in the Andes, talked with for hours on busses, bunked with at rundown hostels —people you suddenly, unexpectedly felt a unique something with, even if it was only for a few days.
And yeah, some of those people and moments stayed with you, in a sense. At least on Facebook.
Others just disappeared.
Memories with them were just as special but … they went away. No word. No trace.
I wondered what happened to them and if we will ever meet again?
Would we even want to?
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Comments
One response to “New Year’s Day II”
This story can be read as a standalone, obviously, but there is a little more to it. It links to a longer story about Carrie’s experiences in Bolivia in 2000.
As with my previous story–(“Working Class Hero”)–it’s not very long in order to save me from going insane while trying to keep my schedule during Christmas and New Year and illness and whatnot.
Next week, God willing, I can return to my regular sequence where soon will find out what happened to Dave in the depths of the Sahel.
Let me know if you in the comments if you want to read the full story and where to get in touch with you, so I can send you a link.
The soundtrack for this one is of course the old U2 song with the same name as the title.
I wish you all the best in 2024! Thanks for reading and commenting!
Best,
Chris