Too light to blow in wind

Too heavy to float in the creek

Too strange to communicate

So, let’s walk in the street of blackberry carpet

Let’s look for a palm tree.

A Blondie missing in her 20, a flyer on beside table says so. Korean words around the next table can be related to her too.

They are all too young to be parent, especially this dude with tattoo of gun and deck of cards on his right arm, but here is America.

The dude with tattoo has no kid, but I heard he converted to Islam recently. So apparently no more messing around for him, he is looking for a wife and family. He is definitely too young to be a parent, as young as a deck of card and a gun he has on his arm.

I dedicate this chapter to an old lady she lives across the street. She and a black skirt that she always had it on ,in winter and summer, always no sucks. I was worried for her to get cold in winter. She somehow reminds me of my grandma. I guess they resemble a lot in their shape. Whenever I see her from my living room window, she is coming back home with her grocery bag. It is a bit uncanny; every description that I am going to make about her will come with always or it has a stable or monotonic meaning in it, though I just saw her very few times through my living room window. We never talk; I wish I could say hi to her once or at least wave hands through my living window. But, she never looks across the street. She always carries her grocery bag, locks her car, walks up the stairs and enters into her house.