So TASP has entered its final day and omg, I’ve cried so much, I’m practically dehydrated. After staying up since friday afternoon til now with little sleep in between, I’ve lost my perception of time and space indefinetely…a somber, remorseful cloud has settled upon the great Telluride House. As I type, people around me sob and weep while one tasper plays a melancholic piece on the nearby piano…I’ve temporarily taken a break from writing heart-felt letters to my fellow taspers and am so incredibly torn apart by the consistently brutal departures and the dwindling presence in the Telluride House. No ones smiling or laughing anymore. Instead, people are trying not to cry too much or making failed attempts to lighten the mood.
It started at about after 5 this morning when thee first five taspers were scheduled to leave…most of those taspers happened to become very good friends of mine. As soon as we gathered in the foyer, my nose started to burn uncontrollably and my vision immediately became impaired by the relentless flow of tears. Then the chin quivered and the sobs arised and from then on I’ve been a complete wreckage. Gah! Everything is so emotionally complicated now but I’m happy that I’m sad
