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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Ben saw the string of blood on his finger, wiped it on his coat, then put it to his mouth. He stood there watching and listening and yearning. Hearing these prisoners singing, he felt for a moment he was in the presence of Joy itself, as if it was almost within his reach. Almost.

'One man stands inside prison and is free. Another man stands outside prison and remains in bondage. Is this not true, Ben Fielding?' -Quan to Ben Fielding

what is freedom? what is joy.
suddenly these words don't mean the same as they meant.
hm. its getting interesting.


ticktick # 12:47 AM