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The peace of winter
Alone.
I should get used to that.
Everything changes. Even this place is different now, without my revered ancestor.
I feel no hunger.
I have no pain.
I am not thirsty.
There is no place outside that I can call home.
Are you a ghost too?
Are you haunted too?
Memories can be a fickle and tricky thing.
Unpredictable. Unattainable. Unavoidable.
Being born with a rebellious, fiery heart. Is it a curse, is it a blessing? I don't know.
There is nothing that catches my eye.
There's nothing here in this cave that tells me who I am and what I'm supposed to do. I guess I simply exist. Maybe for the first time.
There's nothing to do but listen to the silence and feel the cold of the eternal ice.
Listening more closely.
There's such a small difference between pretty and petty.
I have to endure it.
It could be a really interesting experience.
Anything could be possible in this cave.
Turning into something else will be possible. That might be too easy...
It's not in my power to deny it. No one can resist change. Change is like water. Inevitable, irresistible, unstoppable. A flood, a very deep pond, a raging torrent. Something you can easily drown in.
Just hold on a little longer...
The feeling that parts of me are being torn out, swept away by the torrent. I can't hold on to them anymore, there's no reason to hold on to them, so I don't hold them back.
embracing whats left
regrets and memories and
Wei Ying
having to move out
before settling into home
the hermit crab