There's No Such Thing, Present

one day, while i was walking along the way as usual, a strange thought suddenly occurred to me, i stopped and turned back instinctively “don’t stop, keep going your way because the truth of the matter is the footmarks you left behind are nothing but bitter memories” the present is something i dropped while moving in and out of the past and future, investing great value in ordinary things that can physically be felt, is shattered to pieces, a broken glass full of rotting wine “don’t content with the status quo because it’s nothing more than the sand in your palm, it’s an illusion you may see or may not see” i was thinking the future is nothing but a rainbow hanging in the air seeing colors through a prism comparing myself to a gross looking wriggling maggot “it seems to be a good omen when you look up the infinite space sky is blue and the sun is brilliant, but don’t be beguiled by those phenomena; actually the rainbow is the burning vapor struggling not to evaporate, the sun is a tyrant and the sky is a figment of the spectator’s imagination, it intersects with all kinds of prodigies”