In 2018, summer, I temporarily stayed in a city in northern China for a while. The door number of the apartment I stayed in was, 1303.
I long for light, everlasting light.
Neither dumb, nor inward. They just say necessary words.
Some continuous sounds. Pass into my ears. That is not one sound. It is a mixture of many sounds. I think of the afternoon. Not only the afternoon. I have spent so much time in nothingness.
Thinking of you is full of comfort.