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i. impermanence The moment I vanish is the moment I’m free one part a million of possibilities to be here It takes more than a million times to be brave when a bubble tries to survive as long as possible Our body won’t even last longer than those tireless waves, somebody have learned the lesson we never have everything we crave. ii. unselfconsciousness All suffer started from the first step in the labyrinth, alone in their mind they can’t fly higher with the burden of their sins, it’s all in their mind Do I have a self, or it’s just a tiny snippet in a repeated delusion? People pretend that streetlights are starlight, that fancy cages are clemency sky I do need more light, need the persistence but also need more coffee and sometimes be absence “I like it when it’s bitter but not too, bitter, you know”. iii. suffering But who will read this story? I fear that I’ll be a page no one gonna flip a word that’s long forgotten how to say a blank space people always skip memories that are left in the ashtray So I keep wandering around, to practice being friend with myself, trying to accept this shell, I take this curse so at least I won’t forget myself “give me the bitterest coffee you have I can sweeten it myself”.

Chen Jialing（陳 家泠 Chinese, b.1937）

Winter has gone Why’s the sky still grey? I peeled the haze find my stopwatch still ticked at the moment Peeled myself, asking for me for who I already known but never greet of belated greatness I’m sleepless in Hanoi What’d we talk about when we talk about being human ? Of one’s smile fading at the last moment withered roses, after the rush Crushed rain, but we needed more more, just a little more rain Of unpeeled insanity once every eternity that too we need

Sleeping on the sound of the rain add more inane in my tea, pretty please?

Santo and Johnny: Sleep Walk