あらすじ
The loss of her best friend was soul crushing, far worse than the others .As she was crumbled on the floor of a high rise apartment on the 26th floor apartment overlooking the river in Bangkok, she could hear the sound of the air conditioner drowning out the voice in her head .She looked at the stack of hundreds of papers sitting on her desk. She was writing out her experiences in 42 degree heat as she felt trapped in an endless cycle of loss. Loss of people, of material possessions, of time, lack of resources and ultimately a deep loss of self . The good, the bad and the ugly were all present as she stared at the desk, where she knew she would spend the next few months writing it all out until it all made sense . How could this happen, she thought? How did I get here, how can she be gone? This wasn't planned...she didn't see this coming, the death of her best friend, who died of breast cancer. She was her 'person', her certainty in this world. She was there for everything along the way. What now ? After the loss of her Mother and Father plus her brother and aunt to suicide, she longed to figure out what it was all about. As she thought of her best friend and losing her felt worse, far worse than the others, she looked out the window at the River and it's flow...she reflected ...she knew it was time to figure it all out .
