kenkantor: Oakland was.
kenkantor: The two of us lost in our own worlds.
kenkantor: The people hold the power for much of the afternoon.
kenkantor: People who don't need people are the luckiest people in the world.
kenkantor: OK, but where?
kenkantor: Then we were taken to a different room.
kenkantor: Death live.
kenkantor: Another mess needing attention.
kenkantor: Inaccessible sorrow.
kenkantor: Portable escape mechanism.