There is something quite particular when the world slowly articulates trouble.

As a child trouble followed me as if I were bound with it as a purpose.

When I grew up this place seem is just as same as it were when I was younger. The torn troubled neighborhoods, troubled businesses, and broken homes.

Something too familiar for too long.....

What I am saying is that there has been nothing changed since then.

Though I open myself to more and new. I am afraid of people.

People, kids, family, businesses, society, or even the world are not the same

For the world died a long time ago.

Future faces ar haunted by the grandparents legacy and unassure youth.

And I gave up on the world long time ago.

Maybe it was...