Things are slipping out of my hands and I hate it that I have no control over the imminent loss, just as majority of events that were meaningful to me in my life. I reckon the splendour of such an existence is its unpredictability and fragility. I wish for a bigger hand, a stronger grip, I wish that the things that mattered weren’t as slippery as they were.
Posted by Ching Yin
at 2:15 PM JST
