May 2, 2020•121 words
He left immediately.
There was no immense sadness imbued within, this was a clear foregone conclusion established long ago.
He must run, and hope with all his speed he could make it to safety.
Never again will he see the colorful container-ships docked along the solitary port, never again will he visit his grandfather's grave and lament the helpless death of someone too pure for this world. All those places and events only existed in his mind now to provide fuel for rumination. The endless void of infinite space and time connecting everything together gives comfort in the inconsequentiality of physical encounters and actions, yet gives equal despair on the complete inevitable futility of living.
After Yu Dafu and Ng Kim Chew