sudden middle-of-the-night calls to the home always bring the worst news.

it felt almost exactly the same as the last such call i picked up at least twenty years ago - the phone rang, i answered, it was a male relative asking for my mum; i brought the phone to my parents' room, woke my mum up, passed it to her; the relative spoke, my mum gave an exclamation of shock, collected some quick details, hung up; shock and disbelief lingered in the air for a long long while.

life... too transient. never really enough time to figure things out. never really enough.

hungry.