what have we done?graduation day, teacher asks, "class, what do you want to be when you grow up?""Doctor." "Lawyer." "Businessman." "Rich."comes the unanimous reply.teacher remembers middle school, "class, what do you want to be when you grow up?""Rockstar." "Athlete."
nothing leftRapid footstep hurry along the bare earth, racing to reach the sidewalk in time. But they are not fast enough. Their goal is already upon his concrete throne, with his two companions at his side. He hums quietly and one companion replies lovingly, whispering back the melody and mixing the sounds of their voices. The words are incomprehensible, but the longing in them is plain. The two of them are already lost in their offering and oblivious to the world. Nevertheless, the third companion has not forgotten his duty; sitting on the boundary between the worlds and collecting their due as rulers of the land. Their land is a strange one, boxed in between the two worlds, the rope in a giant game of tug-of-war. But it remains neutral, struggling to remain aloof of the troubles of either world, accepting the gifts of both -- the coins caught by the third companion are as welcome as the birds flitting above the first two. Its sole purpose as a resting place has been abandoned by the city and by