the xxxxx - they were not only for ông. they were also for bà ngoại, bà thím, mẹ. they were also even for me. and for all the long lives about to vanish into thin air. for the unknown history that shall soon disappear. for the untold story that could have started with "once upon a time". for the thin line between facts and fiction, for the window to the sky of myths and for the door to the street of materialization. for the things that have never been done and that shall never be undone.

what if, i were an orphan?

what if, i were in harlem?

what if, i were a montagnard?

would i care?

would i watch that movie and cry?

would i read?

would i be in thailand now?

would i?

if i do it, would i be debt-free?

would i, would i?

still no wtb