jeenhoong

...and what did we got? Fooking Corona? Trump? Potential war in my hood at the South China Sea. Darn it, I missed a lot. Back in the days drones don't really fly; but time certainly does. Of course, I had ascended the mountains and meditated like no man does before; amass large sums of mortgages and paid them off; hitting some serious figures annually only to be taxed like a mofo; fell in love and stayed in love and even got an orange cat (his name is Taco :) ) You see, for those born in the month of august they are plagued with creativity, and a need to create. No matter how far you ran away from the talent, how much you separated work and life, and even how cleverly you switch into other genres - you past always raced up and caught up with you. In silence of the night, amongst the droning of the traffic and your deep rumination in the showers, ideas speak to you. And boy, are they ceaseless. I am still haunted by all those arts both finished and unfinished since the last