Nyein Way (19.1.1962 / Yangon)
riding on the trishaw
carrying warries, hopes, future, fate and luck
who are my friends?
which way is the best?
what is the sweetest of life?
question s are questings are questings.
nothing is as true as nothing.
life is trishawed trishaws running on the clouds of indeterminacy
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