Forgettable

Every single time, they told me the eggplant I chipped was too big, so I did some closeup observation several times today. They chipped the eggplant exactly the same size as I did. How come they were never satisfied with those I chipped? I guess their pride was on top when they instructed me to make it bigger or smaller. The most satisfying satisfaction lies in telling me no matter what I do, I do it wrong. Including one specifically told me to not cut the kelp too short, the other one curiously asked me if I had trimmed the kelp because it was too long. Yeah, in their mouths, I know nothing, I can't do anything.  Nothing feels better than making fun of me, I know, I know. They are not the first one. Someone even set up a column for making fun of me anonymously. Let's call someone the King Of Jokes. Can't they know that whatever shape, length or width the food has, it will all become dung in the end.

Not long ago, I noticed a grocery store that opened around the clock. For some days in a row, I went there at midnight to shop.  In the past, I was confused why some stores would open for 24 hours, there should be no customers at late night. But I found out I was wrong because many people were in the store when I was there. I guess many people just don't have time to do the the groceries at daytime, especially for those who worked 12 hours everyday. That brief time alone in the store, where nobody knows me, is a precious moment for me to recharge, to wash away all the soreness on my shoulders, waist, so that I can restart the next day. 

As the source of life in this beautiful blue planet, water contributes more than 50% of weight to the human body. Naturally, people choose to settle down near water. City clusters were gradually developed along rivers, as well as the worship and mythology associated to rivers. The local river deity heard my monologue, therefore the message was sent to me. The existence of something that can't be seen never feel so real. During the first hour of the new year, started from the frozen river, I walked all the way to the blue church rebuilt not long ago, because the benches in the park nearby were brand new. When I was on the slope next to a red building, a big black dog — half of my height, ran across my right side. When I stopped under two lamps in snow, the same dog ran by me from my right side, to the direction of river. I couldn't help to search the symbolism. I glanced at the two or three words of the definition, I swiftly put my phone back to my pocket. I told myself, it was ...