The memory could not be written.
- 11 Dec, 2025 *
I’m on a bus now. It’s crowded, because it’s in rush hour. I see people doing their own things: watching short videos, reading books, chatting and even sleeping.
I’m writing this little essay.
There is a storm coming. I sense the danger and the opportunity coming towards me and they are roaring loudly, yet no one else hears. I feel like I’m facing one of my biggest changes in my life.
The crowd becomes quiet. Here comes the darkness. A light shines on me. It’s a black stage and I’m standing on it without knowing what is coming at me.
Is it good or bad? I don’t know. I sharpen my weapon…
The memory could not be written.
- 11 Dec, 2025 *
I’m on a bus now. It’s crowded, because it’s in rush hour. I see people doing their own things: watching short videos, reading books, chatting and even sleeping.
I’m writing this little essay.
There is a storm coming. I sense the danger and the opportunity coming towards me and they are roaring loudly, yet no one else hears. I feel like I’m facing one of my biggest changes in my life.
The crowd becomes quiet. Here comes the darkness. A light shines on me. It’s a black stage and I’m standing on it without knowing what is coming at me.
Is it good or bad? I don’t know. I sharpen my weapon and hold a defensive stance. I confront whatever willing to hurt me. I started to have faith in myself. That is something I’ve lost a long time ago and it comes back to me now.
I wake up. People are doing there own things. Some are watching videos, some are reading, some are chatting and some are sleeping.
Day 56.