Stories, and then Some...

stranger,

no matter how small i think this city is, i know that i must concede certain secret corners, many dark alleys and many of those faces that prowl its streets, to the unknown. this city might be small, but still, it is large enough that i sometimes find myself lost in one of its criss-crossing streets. and sometimes in the eyes of someone like you.

like many in this city, we have unknowingly managed to skirt past each other's consciousness not knowing each other ...