Retreat Against the Light

The stories heard from hearsay are somewhat bizarre, somewhat absurd, somewhat unwilling, and somewhat resentful. This is what life should be like, with all the ups and downs, bitterness, spicyness, and saltiness, and suddenly looking back, the greatest blessing is that I am still alive and living for life. (A thousand words a day, five stories I heard from other people, so short that you didn't even take a good look at me, so I'm done.)