Dashed to the museum of Art after orientation at the HAHQ this afternoon. However fast my heart raced, I was a week late.

A book I had waited for one whole week to buy, was sold out just one week ago. That I didn't know or anticipated. If only.

So the disappointment dragged on, together with things that congomerated in the whole of my day, just bursted and shattered into pieces.

I knew it wasn't just that. It was you.