6:00 a.m., Los Angeles, Julio, a Chateau Marmont gardener, looks up from deadheading hydrangeas. Sees an object fly off the top-floor terrace. Shiny square object glinting past espaliered pear trees; dive bombing the begonia bed.

Big thud.

Nobody calls out, nobody descends from the upper floors. Julio crawls across Korea grass, eyes clenched, trying to be invisible. Minutes pass. Julio moves his prey to the shelter of a princess flower gazebo.

Once upon a purple planet

Sweet and sour, that’s the nature of my relationship with my mother. She said that being her eldest, I’m both her comrade and her enemy since she was the sole breadwinner back then and I was left to manage the house. It seems we never saw eye to eye in almost everything from the way I budget the expenses, to my leniency in dealing with my younger siblings. I guess it’s due to age disparity and difference of generations on how we were brought up.

They say a dog is a man’s best friend. But for me, it’s my book.

In my sufferance
I'll try to pretend in disorder world
To saw all suffering people
With they hopeless live

In my sufferance
I hear litle girl crying sad
embrace her father died
But no one care about her cry

In my sufferance
I saw a drugs addicted
Lonely and painful
Everyone just walked past him

In my suffarance
I cry to saw people died at the road
To defend they democracy
To reach a good future

In my sufferance
I'll pray to found a peaceful live
No one cry anymore