5.22.2006
Wishbone
Wishbone is dead. My little white friend suffered, but never missed to show his happiness when I was getting close to him. And me? I thought his suffering was a pain. Was disappointed he was tired and old.
5.17.2006
millionaire (in American dollars)
An immigrant's dream. I have two ways to get there. Design earphone wires that would not get tangled. Invent a new knot for shoe laces that would not get undone.
immigration
immigration
5.16.2006
in the rain for a buck
I rarely take an umbrella along. When it rains I count on the power of capitalism to produce an umbrela salesman at every street corner of the city. And it does. It is always an immigrant.
immigration
immigration
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