"Time swings back and forth; behind us lie moments of tears and laughter.
What remains is an entropic blend of this weeping and smiling,
of this belief and disbelief in what lies ahead."

And that’s it — a poem from my native language. For over a year now, I’ve found myself at a loss for words, struggling to understand why things are the way they are. My English has broken down. In the midst of this mess, if this site ever moves forward, it will be written in my native language. I don’t know if I can bear to pour out my creations in a language that, despite knowing for so long, still feels so unfamiliar to me.

Since I’m not very good with social media and I’m afraid of digital artists, I don’t have anyone else to share or critique this amateurish piece I put together. So, I’m leaving it here, in case anyone stumbles across it and wishes to say something.