April 17, 2003

Things I Don't Remember Writing, Part I

Here I am, late at night, drifting off into thoughts that are probably too deep for my own understanding. Somewhere out there, there are greater consequences for the tiny thoughts we think, yet we can never grasp the gravity of our imagination. I no longer want to be an astronaut when I grow up. Earlier this year, I would have told you a risk analyst at Arthur Andersen. But when the sun goes down and people are no longer around, all sense of certainty seems to dissappear.

SOURCE: May 13, 2001 / My AsianAvenue homepage.

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