Reflective Essays and Poetic Musings by Condemiang + Stories About the World

When the ups and downs of life cast shadows upon our souls, and even countless joys flicker like city lights in the distance, too far to touch— O you, with just the sight of your back turned, no, with only your shadow, I can dispel the gloom. For your trace, nobler than rest, remains.

Where have all the trains gone? Those massive bodies that once thundered down the rails— their roaring presence is nowhere to be seen. — A car's thought — Where have all the cars gone? Those swarms that once flooded the roads day and night— their restless wheels are nowhere to be found. — A train's thought —

O you! My distant, far-off name— Only now do I wish to part from you. It is not I who leaves beyond this window blurred with tears, but you who lets me go. With no one to send, no one to leave, suddenly it departs— and vanishes without a trace. In this formless space where we have no true being, we are dreaming of an emergency escape. O you! My long-held name—