For every word typed and written down, there are thousands floating around, in the mind, in memory, on the side of the page. Scribble sheets hold them dear and keep them for the day when these words can find their way into sentences ... somewhere out there awaits a home...
the last thing standing between me and the plane are 2 bottles of rice seasoning and the thousands of people who have come (and are coming) to Staples center to say good bye to MJ. the way to koreatown is so long...