A Distant Recluse by Sukasah Syahdan
To: E.D.)
Supposing I were really there in Kosovo, Aceh, or East Timor and lived myself every horror the media have reported over
Would I still and all care about the latest Nokia handphone, the newly launched Audi vehicle or british league of football?
(Each second it grows imminent: man metamorphosing into alien; I learned why such a recluse thou be much as fame found thee, eventually)
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