Blog (2023)

Bleak.

         The threads of existence are coming undone, leading to a volatile breakdown of the surrounding reality; it is collapsing. The clown found himself overwhelmed by a tumultuous river of emotions; his small vessel tossed and turned until he could no longer keep his head above water. Like a melancholic conclusion to a verse, he succumbed to his own tears and drowned. The storm descended upon us, and the crow claimed its victims. I, too, felt a call to depart from this place, for my time here was drawing to a close. No one can remain eternally in this world, not here. The culmination of my journey arrived shortly after the curve of this path. Whenever I ponder the future, an ominous feeling engulfs me, and I cannot shake it off. The road that lies ahead appears to be shrouded in ambiguity and fraught with the possibility of unforeseen obstacles. The future seems comparable to a dimly lit alleyway that stretches on endlessly—a desolate view that proffers no respite as hardships mound.