I was gradually engulfed by the darkness after dusk. My poor eyesight could hardly render the path underneath my feet.

Suddenly, I felt an unassuming piece of grass wiggling its body in the tender evening breeze.

I was ferociously hearing, touching, smelling, and tasting, but barely seeing.

The visceral experience established almost spiritual resonance with the landscape.

What is the limit of visibility?

“The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.”

Loss is part of the human condition:

we lose both significant and insignificant things constantly.

Existence and non-existence lie upon each other.