I sometimes wonder why I write so many things on my blog that aren’t really represent what tickles me so much on mind. So far in here my writing is a layer behind layer. I wonder about the universe but what comes out merely a dust of the city in the earth, not even the universe on my mind. I don’t know what kind of language that talks on my mind, because the words sometimes are not capable to handle it all, or maybe it’s just me who just can’t handle it all.