what the future must bring.

mrs low's husband passed away in a sailing accident. i feel a personal closeness to her because she did me and our class a great favour in IJ for lit, and how we worked together for lit symposium at chinese high. this planet lets its people spin away, we choose to remember some faintly and without affection, like characters from a supermarket paperback; but for others, i choose to remember your every footing and feeling of the dance and love you once performed. 10:55 PM