"Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic." - Frank Herbert
Elijah watched Yuan sitting at one of his wooden chairs at the porch, drinking his beer while staring at the flames on the ground that began to sway with its silent music, flicking like this and that, crackling as fire burn the dried wood. He knew what he was feeling or maybe what he was thinking right now. He also knew it wasn't a good thought neither an easy thing to dismiss.
Elijah ignored the sudden glimpse of sadness and started walking towards Yuan.
"Maybe, you need to stop at three bottles," he said at him as he put down another bowl of roasted peanuts on the table beside Yuan.
Yuan glanced at him. "Ilang taon akong w
