About
b. 1986, HK.
Sometimes i live in the country.
We have a house on the lake.
There, we are surrounded by life.
But it is fleeting.
We are not truly dead until we are forgotten.
And what of the creatures that pass us by?
The birds, the fish, the raccoons and the rabbits.
Who will remember them?
I will.
-the lobo, 2018