12:30am Dev22,2011, winter starts. Dev.17, TV screen, the moment, the last vehicle passed through the gate, the moment, the gate was closing, slowly pushed, the moment, the reporter, the soldier, a pair of glasses, a brief pause, a hand gesture, equals to words, "history tells", that is his words at the end, the shortest interview, behind the glasses, tears. that TV moment, that TV image, quantized inside me, bouncing forth/back, like a ball in the air. life, a line, its left were lives, valued, its right numbers, quantized...... Then, NK, like a show. brain wash, how powerful it can be, stunned. bl, dpr, or both. drive, the med. drive on the snow covered roads, drive through the snow covered world, breath. but where the snow? everyone asks. the season seems lost its memory
