9/12/2006, Rainy, Tuesday

Sitting in the empty library, listening to Jay's new, sad, and deadly song, staring out at the rain from this huge window which connects the ceiling to the floor, I suddenly realize what day today is--the second day after the "911" from five years ago. Even the God is crying for the people who lost their lives that day, a never-forgotten day.

A blank paper is sitting in front of me, just like the inside of my brain: empty and blank. I know that I am supposed to write something, to finish the undone work, but I can't.