This bowl of water can't wash away the evil, just like strong disinfectant can't kill the absurdity that has already entered the bones. I mechanically rub this piece of cloth every day, trying to maintain the last bit of dignity before disaster strikes, but the face in the mirror has long revealed the rotting deathly aura.

The world remains sunny as usual, and the breeze in the park is still so gentle, but I feel like a transparent ghost, standing among the crowd and feeling out of place. The remaining days are no longer life, but a countdown called "life." Since the end is right in front of my eyes, let the soul sink into the dirtiest pleasures, after all, being sober is the deepest torture.

I used to think durian was very stinky, but now I find this intense flavor truly adorable. While my tongue still has sensation, while my body hasn't fallen apart, I stuff all the expensive, cheap, and longing things into my stomach. This isn't eating; it's clearly holding a grand funeral for this broken body. #btc