no sooner had the last one sunk in than a new one sprung up to lift me down to the place where I started

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Sunday afternoon brunch.
Wind gushing through my dirty hair tied in a tight bun.
A quick discussion on the mentality of audience/viewers/art lovers who appreciate mindlessly.

I've lost my ability to write, the same way Axler lost his talent to act- overnight or not. I hope in this process, I do not meet a Sybil.

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