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Never Wanting to Get Rid of Any Air Castle

Sunny beam afternoon guided me to walk along thin road, that road is a little winding mainly straightforward, never so impressive but never be hiding its character.


Seen everything clearly, but I know death is empty, so withered just intuitively.


In highly visual reflection in chain, just after passing impressed picture in flat filed, my immanent air castle hid my memory to it.


Every landscape seen somewhat so vivid, and lighted are so crossed remembered all.
As if song’s lyrics memory so vague, but its melody so clearly beautiful and impressive, each so independent.


All so clearly seen picture spots in walking are sinking to my air castle, it urges me having another walking dream.


But looking over many things with tea field, taro one, horse radish one seen and fire lookout as watchtower, transformation substation, home for senior citizens or so next to next, all these are as if ordinary, but truly these either are in so critically so heavy crisis.


Perhaps, viruses are either in tough battle, around looking for either niche for surviving.
Even if all human-being comes together, if to me, death comes suddenly probably at so commonplace afternoon or so.
Even if one smartly balanced symbiosis would be found, I’d never be noticed to it, anymore.
Moreover, newly deformed virus would break up so soon, wouldn’t it?


That so nasty and burdensome pain in the neck to us anytime confuses out own peace of mind.
Though, my death will come to me, so suddenly, when it comes to me, I’d feel nothing in empty, that might be absolutely white death, by the way, completed empty is white, isn’t it?
Or, transparent or so?


All our built civilization with so many infra-structures seen so empty.
Only sunny day’s lighted green seen so vivid and realistic.


Convenient transition, easy and relaxed reclining seat, but kind of feeling so fake and makeshift to them all, it’s just wanting to say, jumping to green jungle at a stretch.


No introspecting exultation in reclining seat must have called outrageous pandemic to all of us, so giving no chance to be ready for accepting all things we probably would suffer from, from now on. Coz probably even it was passed from the earth, outrageous another battle must be broken up at court for filing a suit for needing compensation to pandemic’s generation source country by shipping company. That would be synchronized with economic depression.


Very beautifully seen everything in any environmental spot must force our mind reacting all warnings with many media reporting and its information.
Anybody with anxiety scared to infection to it, implicitly each one carefully takes proper distance mutually.


Only so normally seen view could never function discernment of all views just as if to be ordinarily to us, but some so different unidentified things could cover all these, couldn’t it?


Although, mind’s anxious feeling and never eliminated frightful emotion could never disturb me in feeling so beautiful on the spot of flat seen all landscape, eventually only it is so easy thing to me.


Come on, every fantasy!
Do never ambush!
Just we can never kick around you!


Presumably, all virus assault’s meaning is kind of counterattack to us toward niche stolen your resentment, isn’t it, to you?


But actually, only sensation has gotten so numb so earlier in past.
We’ve already gotten never be able to recognize all normal things and abnormal things, so sadly, but just it’s our substantial sensation and just reality to us.
Coz, every phenomenal thing could never be cleared its identity, though we all have gotten being sleepers, either to be same, hey virus!


But, for the present, in me, never wanting to get rid of any air castle, coz if I were losing it, no certain thing could be seen and left to me either, anymore.


(Mar. 18,19th. 2020)