Monday, September 12, 2005

Shanghai English

alone I lose my grip nothing is real disoriented strange Ishiguro novel "When We Were Orphans" deluded narrator grew up Shanghai English how any of us know what is world change grim fact wound innocence city calls just what will I do there home nap till four whole day gone hours exquisite unreadable prose why restaurant alone cook better happy with less letting time pass

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