There is a man here in Kansas who longs for Tibet to be free. He has a massive Tibetan flag in the front room window of his house. I wonder why he doesn’t mind not being able to look out his front window. He has a peephole in the front door. I presume he does wicked drugs and doesn’t want anyone looking in. One time, I saw him sitting on his porch in a white plastic chair, and it was then that I hoped that he was not alone, or isolated, or without hope. His porch swing is always empty and never still.
I would enjoy seeing Tibet gain independence. I don’t have a flag on my front window. My dogs like to bark at passersby. When I was a sophomore in college, I had a flag in my bedroom window, but I cannot remember what was on it.