[ a third page. or a fourth. perhaps they can fill a book? but hong lu is not the optimist in this conversation. perhaps they will fill two pages, and the void will take the rest. nobody is free from their nature, after all. but nobody says that such things much make it onto the page. even if hong lu is the only one who remembers, it will be enough.

the glass tumbles onto the little pile. hong lu looks. the frame hadn't been a particularly large one, but seeing how little it looks as mere glass shards makes you think that the state of things truly change how these things look and feel. hong lu leans down and prods at the little pile of glass. he hums. ]

I'd like that. [ he laughs. ] Starting with this page, then. It's already been filled, but it's been filled by the glass.

[ still, if they're going to frame it... hong lu looks. he walks to the all, and removes another one of the photos. the photo comes out; it's left on the table as hong lu meanders back to yi sang. he holds out the new frame. ]

Here. So you can put the glass pieces in here.