Ink drops into the water. Transparency becomes black. Black absorbs light and heat. Black hides everything. I turned 30 and was completely lost. I suddenly realized my own finiteness. I realized the fragility of life, youth and beauty. This thought, which now seems so obvious, came to me out of the blue. My microcosm is changing in parallel with a […]
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