Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
What comes first. What comes second. And so on and so forth. Does that matter? Why now? Why here? Why she? Why he? Why earth? Why 2012? Yesterday I have a dream. Oddly the point stressed in the dream is logistically questionable. Is it? Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.