i either wish that rust was emerald green in color or that my vehicle was the color of rust.

;l p           <--see that.  that's what happens when you reach to catch a falling beer can with one hand and consequently find your laptop falling off your lap and just manage to catch it, by the keyboard, with the other hand just before it hits the floor.  most importantly, of course, i caught the beer.

i am remembering everything. it is frightening.  it's energizing. it's liberating.

and if not last, then least (but it is last and so not least), i am becoming, it seems, a somewhat gentler soul.  and a more fierce shall-be warrior simultaneously.  oh..."when faces called flowers float out of the ground..."

And the unmandatory Chinese translation: