I write again and this time I still don't know Today, I was at the bus thinking of all the softness, the achey-ness, in day to day life. How that can be translated of an introspection inside a small dark room with a projector to see the visuals of a moving tea-stained picture. I was thinking of my plan again. How it failed previously. I wanted to make videos. with karaoke-d songs on the background. to fulfill all that was misunderstood previously. to make a draft of translation. but that's it you know? it's not like i know some sort of truth that is all, or that is the righteousness but. I settle myself down for the last time. and at the same time ill pray untill ill remove this scum. upp until then if i cant. then i cant.