Blog post title wordplays Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon movie.
For those who made it thus far, here’s your bonus poem!… and more coffilosophy!:
11.35: The sun wakes up; emerging from cloud covers. It hasn’t got its hat on today but seems ready to play.
I write as an insect keeps scurrying, leaving a trail of letters: provoking wrath as evidence of my path; mortally wounded but driven on by something built into it. We can see it happening with our human brains and eyes, but don’t know what its thinking. Maybe something can see us the same way, running around destroying our world, thinking we’re of some use. Maybe they think they know how to help us, but don’t think they should intervene: disrupting nature etc.