【Essay】Sharded Glass

Jul 29, 2022

I'm afraid of forgetting, even if I don't understand what I'm chewing, and the wreckage after chewing is a separate memory of the self

Old-fashioned air conditioners were always buzzing, and they were divided along the edge of the window with plastic baffles, which they said would keep noise and wind out.

At that time, we were always rushing in the air, and we only wished to be exposed to the coolness in the midsummer. He told me that nothing lasts forever, so I replayed it in my head several times, chewing over and over again, and I was afraid of forgetting, even if I didn't understand what I was chewing, and the wreckage after chewing was the self The separate memories of them, and every time I turn around, every fork is not them, only then did I realize that this is my piece of feathers, and it is my retrospective. They are moving forward, covering such humble memories with new stories.

My memories are always fragmented but connected, or they are like fragments of glass assembled on the wall to prevent thieves from living in an alley, building this on the wall of my heart, reflecting the beauty that I once had but lost, stabbed those I want to get close to people. And my approachableness is the rainbow reflected by the pieces of dismantled glass. what do you say? What kind of me am I? Spike or rainbow?

Yeah~ Or rather~ In fact, humans are too good at categorizing, and are good at putting labels on themselves and others, alas, it hurts.

How do different frameworks fit everyone?

We all know the truth, right?

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