[When Saigon Fell] a zuihitsu

 

[When Saigon Fell] a zuihitsu

thinking of a few things tonight. on the whim i decide to try and jot a zuihitsu. i don't really 

have anything in mind except the phrase, "when Saigon fell." Saigon fell in 1975, and i did 

find myself wondering; what was my mother doing at that time? i know she graduated high-

schoo in '77—so id imagine she was a young woman in 10th grade, growing and experiencing 

a young adult's world at that time. (i miss monmon!)

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its been a long time since i've watched MSNBC, CNN, or ABC news. im so disconnected from the 

obvious poison of everything; BUT im strangely tuned in to the spirit of the time—the political tur-

moil, the menace of an Authoritarian Fascist Dictatorship. the very fabric of what was, seems to be 

quickly fraying. quickly disappearing. 

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going through my personal things, i think i might need to order myself some more Sauvage colgone

as well Exclamation parfume and Bluegrass perfume. 

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a father meets his Vietnamese child that was conceived during his time there during the war. he never

knew she existed. he stumbled on her quite accidentally. 

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wanting to immigrate to Usania. these days i wonder if that is a noble pursuit (or feasible). 

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US GI's fathered many children that reside in foreign countries. I wonder how many got the opportunity to connect with their fathers. Id imagine that many have never connected and don't even know. 

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 tear in the kite when Saigon fell