There are always thoughts climbing like vines in my mind.
They are about the weight of a word, the texture of a heartbreak, the paradox of friendship, and a dream about the future.
I don't intend to trim them into a neat garden, I just want to offer this wild jungle of ideas as they are. If you have ever been struck by some abstract feeling, there may be echoes here.
Intention: May we all move forward bravely.