Suddenly I realise that I may have chance to see the end of human being. We are killing ourself by tenderest way.
I dreamed about 坤兒 at last night and we have talked lots of past, we had camped, painted and had a camp fire in the mountains. The mountains was freedom in that times, but now what is it?
talking, laughing and even crying, but merely facing a piece of screen that made by glass with million pixels.