I don't know if there are ghosts and gods in this world, and I have never seen a glowing cross, but I unexpectedly found that a string of Bodhi seeds I brought home from Nanshan was inexplicably broken.
I often have inexplicable dreams. Those familiar dreams may be arranging my life in some mysterious way, which is why I have these words today.
Writing is originally an impulse. I don't know the source of this impulse, but I decided to start digging holes to satisfy my desire.