Dang Tran Ha Linh

- Let's meet, right where I left you.   Ugh, look up to the sky; I could be somewhere above any minute now. - Freaked out, I can tell you're freaked out. - Ah, making him so mad.

Lestat and his failures in life . I don't know if he's making it right . But I am trying to make my life right, even though the past never escapes me. 

I'm just curious, do you have an idea of what effect you got? That magnetic force seems to contradict mine, and it pulls.

Art may be a subject rather well put for the matter. People look up to masterpieces , find themselves lost in the moment, then call them what they are. It seems marvellous how such a matter changes the way we see the world . If a tragedy changed your perspective for the worse, would you call it art? I guess it's the same for good fortune . Well, what about emptiness ? Right now, at this minute, why, I can feel nothing at all. Nothing whatsoever. But it's art, isn't it? It is just as equivalent.  It is all art.

The aeroplane was embraced with a bag of clouds , covered with thick, vision-blocking cotton candy. But a minute later, the clouds were gone. They landed immediately in a place so fantastic that one could hardly take it in. As soon as the passengers touched the ground, it seemed as if it were quicksand alright , but instead of falling, they got on their feet, upright and well. The scenes themselves were batty to the listeners already, not to mention the witnesses. Everyone was shocked and bewildered. Survival left them no choice but to adapt to their new surroundings. In the blink of an eye, why, it was 15 years apart from reality . They returned here, unable to grasp what had occurred then, but it was real to them, now that everyone thinks something is wrong with their minds .  Good heaven blesses their souls.