A site for last writes
OCTOBER 28, 2002
HIS mother tracked me down. She knew I’d become a journalist and she had a story for me.
She wanted me to write about Milon Buneta, her son and my friend from those years when life puts on speed and seems on the brink of arriving everywhere at once. We were 20. We both had motorbikes. Milon was the more careful rider. Yet he was the one struck by a car. He died in the early morning of October 8, 1981.
What could I make of this? Would I be able to do justice to Milon? I didn’t know and more time passed.
Then I chanced upon a Newsweek article about weblogs, internet journals or diaries with regularly posted entries. There are perhaps 500,000 weblogs now and many ways to explain their attractions.
It dawned on me. Why not weblog my way towards an obituary?
I’ve pointed and clicked, made a simple beginning (www.milon.blogspot.com). How or when Milon’s living obituary will come to an end I don’t know. It’s an experiment built on hope, like life.