In this absurd and grotesque world, I am a cat silent in the night, with every inch of countryside in my palm interpreting the rebellion and distortion of our rising new generation. We are prematurely infected with the dark stains of the world, unable to clean away emotional entanglements, have no Buddhist heart, and do not read the scriptures of saints.
I am writing about my youthful years when I was slightly anxious and had low self-esteem.