Chapter 264 meditation on the train

i don't need anything except for an open window wind outside the window familiar and strange land The mysterious shell of the years is broken A piece of music I heard in my childhood lingering on lips but can't remember its title in the melancholy of the forest The mischievousness of growing small mushrooms in the glitz of the city sincerity that breeds poetry To correct the distorted eyes stare hard at a star wink wink Stars fall into the sky 198310