Festive safety vest.

 I decided to write this post simply because I feel that I ended one short, yet memorable chapter in life. The above and below photos are shot within the gates of a cemetery, at sunset. A temporal finale, and perhaps also the fact that beauty lies amidst any vileness.

Four days of festivities (for most people around me), I was then clad in my patrol vest walking the streets and taking in the sights, sounds, smell, thoughts. Although surrounded by all the awesomeness of human warmth attributed to my colleagues, things we experienced were festered with ugliness.

Now that I've shed my vest and returned to my identity as a student, I can look back and level-headedly contemplate some issues. Issues like xenophobia, hit-and-run accidents, subjugation, fatality due to recklessness, quality of human lives, ego-motivated fights etc. It seems that I've grown older over four days while the peers were indulging in food and revelry. Though I'd truly neglected my responsibilities as a student over this brief period (& am extremely behind schedule now) and deprived myself of any celebratory conditions, I would likely make the same choice to take up this eye-opening task to walk the streets all the same, if given a second chance. That's simply because, while I witnessed the few fragile lives that fluttered away over the past few days, I only wondered if they had any profound regrets.