sometimes after september

another one. and another. and another. they all speak the same tone. the same history. the one they want to forget. but cannot leave their minds. and so they tell it again, and again. the history once so faint. now become so blunt. all of a sudden, it's on everyone's tongue. it's a wonder how time turns. the event they once claimed as blasphemy. now has become a new religion. a commodity. sold out in papers and magazines. perhaps they're all true. perhaps they're all just stories. perhaps they're a mix. let's bury the hatchet, someone say. but i guess it's not that simple. debts must be paid. plus interest. the longer you're in debt. the higher interest you will get. and now we're deep in shit. in the debt we cannot pay. suddenly everyone claims for the interest. suddenly everyone wants to be heard. suddenly they're all under the siege of the one they wish to be freed from in the first place. the specters of m.