Lá lành đùm lá rách! Wednesday, May 4, 2011. Does it matter what country you came from or what language you speak? Home is something we can all understand. A place where you were born, or where you came to settle,. A place in your heart for the home you left behind. Tuesday, March 22, 2011.

My hyperbolic self-indulgent misery,. Or the occasional optimism that sometimes follows it. I drove 1,800 miles and still could not escape the idea of you not loving me anymore. I would sell death and exhume, and when I wanted I would fuck, and I would fuck and I would kill, and fuck.

A woman walks down the road with her trembling hands shielding her eyes. Something was on fire behind me. And i was thinking of a face. When i saw a mouse in the dark. Just sitting in my path as a stone. Small pretty mouse, creamy grey. I bent toward it with my camera. Knowing the flash would scare. It away but i did it anyway. About mice and how they are. Afraid of bright flashes of light. In the dark with a fire behind me. I took pictures of things that would.