The check-in process and security check took a long time. But I could and did defy thirst only to find home in a bookstore here in LAX, in dusk’s falling veil.
I tried to find some coffee with a taste of a mix of feelings. I almost walked through every stretch of the airport and finally found an unassuming café. And found the ice latte more familiar than expected.
21: 40-22: 12 PDT; 12: 40-13: 12 BJS. I called you two. At the corner where the plane craft is in in sight, i held my Mac, tight and tender; three profile photos engraved by experiences touched me, again. We're so faraway. A distance of 15-hour time difference.

The WiFi was bad, while we're so connected.

We defied it all. And finally i realized that nothing is more crucial or invaluable than the tacit bridge we constructed——sincerity, resolution, flexibility, and accordance.

I wondered how my most important people are all here——no, there. And it hurts to think about you all gonna depart, leaving our dialogue in between. Would the sentience pick those debris up?