To M, Sep 2, 2007

hi m,

it's hot and a rather twisted ride to my place, where a stranger couldn't bear to see things, material, stuff scattered around like a degrading factory, a camel untied without allah's notice, a nowhere land for lonely books, an aborted action of misled great expectations, a matrix for savages and hermits...the days after the mid-autumn festival might be better, when order is born out of chaos, hopefully

the souls of books, not excepting surdham's and those of humans, need our prayers and blessings... the sky looks very blue, until people don't need it blue... love and music is romantic until people don't need it to be romantic, until the sound of silence is heard...

are you going to join the consciousness meetup in kwun tong the coming saturday?

t


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of course i dont mind coming by to your secret place...
m
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