Wrong

Sadness would still imbue within had I not realised I could be wrong.

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Siet

Here I am, listening to a Thievery Corporation, a Washington downtempo movement, remix of Satyam Shivam Sundaram, eating a plate of shu mai and har gow and Canadian-maple glazed breakfast sausages, using a pair of chopsticks that look like those at Soeul Soul yesterday, and drinking a can of Americanised Arizona green tea that sits near my packets of Tandoori naan that I long to flash in a stir-fry wok in canola oil.

What’s so beautiful about this picture? It’s colourful.

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Shear

What would you do, dear Scholar?

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Espiritus

oh, don’t mind my mindless strolling.

i’m not important enough, you see.

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