What do you do when you are awaken in the dark, with trumpet sound out “auld lang sync”? (To te con me danh du).
Should we forget the time we picked daisies in the field.
Yet that vibration created sensation at the early hour here in Saigon.
The departed tried to fight traffic to his/her burial ground. No more struggling and striving, action and reaction – stimulus and response. Just vibration without sensation. Stimuli with no response. The dead is gathering dust. Girls become ghosts. The ghosts of Vietnam.
No rest for the weary.
Just more exploitation built on top of the other.
Auld Lang Sync. Chet cha con ma nao day, thang Tay het hot, than lan cut duoi.