After being confused for several months, I was walking on the street in a hazy state until the November wind in Beijing woke me up.
Wang Xiaobo once said, "All human suffering is essentially anger at one's own incompetence." Now I am in so much pain and haggard, why not because I am incompetent?
What I once had has quietly left me, and I have been left with endless thoughts and tormenting me under the pretense of good intentions.
I want to start from scratch and use the pen as a knife to cut through the past, present and future. Cutting through black and light. Then bury it all deeply in the paper and ink.
Purpose: to record a past relationship