2023-12-16
December 16, 2023 When my brain starts to convulse, my thoughts begin to go crazy. Madness grows wildly, filling and repairing all my gray memories. From the darkness at the beginning of the year, the scattered stars before the darkness, to the current confusion, everything seems familiar, with no peaceful days. Why isn’t pain a form of artistic expression? When I laugh bitterly, it’s still a laugh; in a sense of inexplicable oppression, I swing my fist toward the world filled with cotton, and at that moment, anyone who comes close to me will be attacked....