dear mr. wang i know it’s unwise to communicate with you in english, since i couldn’t have possibly taken any advantages. but please give me the credit for trying; it’s not always easy to confess my shortcomings. this shall be my third letter to you, personally. although i’m not sure if you still remember the other two. i’m sorry for disturbing you so frequently, knowing you must have a lot to sort out as well. well, i’m not really sorry, but i can’t be absolutely unsorry. i dare not imagine life out there, which brought me nothing but pain. what i know is, life over here is dull, lame and loathsome——waking up early with nothing to expect, spending every minute staring at empty space, thinking of the world out there, your world. i write and write…trying to write myself into anot