#rantshalivstheworld

Colours. Transcendenece.

& Awe.

“I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.”

“To children who are unable to start living: When I was a young child, I thought it might have been a mistake that I was born.

As a child, I nearly died of illness. When my parents would say, “We went though a hard time with you,” I thought, “I’ve caused so much hardship for them,” and felt I couldn’t endure my uneasiness. So I didn’t have a happy childhood that I look back on with nostalgia.

I passed as a “good kid,” the one among my siblings who was most obedient and gentle. When, at some point, I realized that I had just been matching myself to my parents’ expectations, I became so distressed that I wanted to scream in humiliation.

This is why I do remember seeing for the first time beauty in the simple eyes of the cicada or feeling amazed that the tips of the legs of crayfish were scissors, but I erased from my memory how I related to other people.

THE

GUN

DOWN,

RANTSHALI!

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