Let me tell you how I remember things, says Kraven. By trying not to.

 
My name is Choo Shu Jian. I was born on the fifteenth day of July in the year of the cow. It was barely morning when I was separated from my mother, forever.

When I was younger, I always wanted to be swinging and single.

Two years have gone by, and now its time to go.

I wrote poetry when I had nothing to say.

And these are the inconstants; too many, barely absolute.
 

7 March 2005

 
 

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