The irresistible forward motion

That was some spillover from cultural studies class. Humans drew the boundaries between culture and civilization, in simple phrases, because they realized they aren't all that indispensable. We're just the same, like the way we treat coal, oil, or in the past, other races. So we defined ourselves. This is what remains, and that becomes culture. Everything else goes to the dogs.

Sir Bayot's discussion may have been peppered with a lot of stories regarding his Ateneo experiences and whatnot, but he did come across. I just retreated to the second row after newly-adjusted Eena found herself with batchmates for company, but five of us in the class are juniors, and at the same course at that. I'm not taking anything badly - when she told me the week before that she was adjusting things just went into the fold and scenarios came true - rather, it's just the old case of me being able to find a term for that discreet action, of me moving seats before the class officially started.

On that day, I finally got a handle on what Albert Einstein was thinking. Everything is in perpetual motion, he says on his theory of relativity. Thus, you can't stay stuck on one side. You have to keep moving. Come to think of it - you don't really have a choice, since human nature, and whatever else makes it big, dictates that we move. When we stop - how do we stop anyway? - everybody else has to stop. Everything else has to stop. Nothing happens.

As much as we hate it, motion is an essential part of living. Physically,we don't get anything done unless we get our bodies working. Emotionally, we don't get anything done either. And aesthetically - let's just say motion looks good on television screens, especially when it's done especially well.

The middle of Wednesdays mean a lot of people walk out to wherever it is. It's the university-wide lunch break, and you'd expect every open restaurant and canteen to be full. If only SJ Walk was a little wider, and with a lot of coordination, I'd be able to place a camera on a tripod, place it on a dolly, and do a tracking shot as students flock to wherever it is. Focus on one character, and you'd definitely get lost - but that is the point.

Nothing much happened today. You can absolutely guess that, since I only have one class, and it's done before I could even start paying attention. I grabbed a screenplay, checked a storyline and watched another batch of 80s cartoons. I had lunch with Kris and Naomi, I picked up readings from John, and am struggling with headphones as I type. But the realization comes with the people that walked along the corridors today. There's nothing stopping the motion.

My former colleague at the LA Core, Anna, has moved on. Somehow Rainy got her working under Stacy Carbonell, with Redg and some other people. Right now they're renting out lockers in somewhat obscure locations, and when I met her a few hours ago - still asking me to take the lockers, after my current colleague Redg did so - she was talking about our positions. It's her choice to move up (but I can't help but believe there is some, err, sucking up involved) and it's my choice to stay, but somehow we ended up discussing about how the LA Post - Nadia's pet project during her term, which lives on differently - became merely pieces of paper on a bulletin board.

And motion is supposed to make you feel powerless. I really couldn't do anything about the decision to post it on the bulletin board instead. In fact - and Meg herself could attest to this - I thought what I'd be doing is a newsletter. That was the original plan, and nobody told me that they'd post it instead, so what you're to see is laid out as if it was a newsletter. (And yet Reena found the time to text me last night, saying she's proud of me for, probably, the layout more than anything.) And yes, I remember that I still think they'd do giveaways out of it, since Nadia mentioned before about the tarpaulin from the old project sitting somewhere, as well as the stand that I myself assembled (and failed) and set-up with others.

It's an irresistible forward motion, and you can't do anything about it. In the one class I had, there was the television set up, the DVD player that isn't exactly needed anymore, and the batch president missing in action, apparently being sworn in. Before that, though, it felt very steady. I waited in front of M319 and was surprised because Osang still saw me from the fourth floor. She was also made up for the inauguration ceremonies. From the third to the fourth, then, black takes over from bright and I thought of getting the television we'd be using.

There are a million inevitable facts of life that we have to live with. There's the need to get away, get over, or get out. There's the need to move forward, move out or move in. There's me having to get a subscription for Green and White because, apparently, we're supposedly graduating in three terms. Clarence got one too, even if she's delayed by a year. I don't know who else is, though. It probably takes a little getting used to, you doing what you dismissed as someone else's job, because you kept on thinking you're not supposed to do it. Well, we're in third year now, and we're supposed to get photos, and pay much more money.

Perpetual motion is a part of living. You stop, and everything stops. Sure, you'd want to escape to somewhere and have fun, but if you decide to stop the world from spinning, you're depriving six billion other people of a life. It hurts to get wounded, thanks probably to life, love or stumbling while riding a bike, but it heals, you move forward, you get to where you're supposed to be, and nobody cares after that. We all just go on. Besides, we don't care whether you can't move or you decide not to move - we just want to move and get on with it.

And it is so irresistible, even I still clicked on the button that says "publish" without having anything serious to say. I guess we all move on, after all.

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