Comics

alt text: "Here, I'll put my number in your cell pho -- wait, why is it already here?"

Disjointed thoughts:

They're holding a wake at our carpark. The big tent rises up to my floor and blocks my view of things. They pasted red paper squares on every level of our apartment. The sounds of weeping and praying rises up even above the TV din and the computer noise. I have no book to read to sleep tonight. I'll visit the library before school tomorrow morning. I wanna take photos at national stadium tomorrow.