Wilderness of the World

Traces of fragmentation are all over the edge of this world. I don't know whose choice it is, and the rules have fallen. It's a story like a drama. . . . On the rooftop under the stars in the evening, his excitement was palpable, and his emotions flowed into his words: "That is the journey of the setting sun. So vast and vast. You know there are stories there, and you know it is the most gorgeous reverie given to you from the distance. Do you know, people always have silk threads and chains that bind them. The high places are far away from cobwebs, and I am above the wilderness."