How much the broken mirror wished that it could be like those free dust particles and go anywhere with the wild wind. How much it wished to see the beyond of the jackfruit leaves which swayed just outside the window. Perhaps it could settle down on the mound, which the jackfruit tree talks about and where the earth hides all its secrets. Perhaps it could race across the field and try to fly witht the speed of the train, showing the train how it looked. And perhaps it could one day find its way back into the enclosed walls of this room and show it all those reflections it had collected while it ran with the wind.

-Tito

Well, it's GREAT to be back

I am tired as HELL, but I just wanted to 'pop in' and say 'hi'...

...HI




I'll be gone for a while, but I'll be back when I'm back