a tragedy you saw through words, an emulsion of my teens, it wasn't just a life with twenty-nine parts, just twenty-nine gists of emotions of a frenzy teen. my world became numb on the last day for me to rsvp my invitation to the departed. i didn't want my last day to end with melancholic farewells, for, i wanted to crave my words on my stone and maybe someone will, one day—if i'm too late—from my mix of 1996.

— Jude.