Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

Saturday mornings…  §

“There’s no there there, son. Stop telling yourself tales. I mean look at you, all covered in stains, threw away your hat, unshaven, sulking. You look like hell.

“My advice to you? You’re a writer. So write.”

There is a lot to think about.

I don’t know where today will take me.

I am not satisfied with who I have become recently. It will not do.

I haven’t forgotten.

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