Medium: Calligraphy

Enduring memories and their lingering aftertaste are the sedimentation and fermentation from the depths of life.

What purpose shall we seek and be drunk on, together? May it turbid, but still stir the vitalities of a life truly lived.

Spring arrives, yet spring remains unknown; Within drunkeness, yet without stupor.

Our paths, perhaps unfit for the world’s appreciation; Alone, I taste the true flavors before the stove. What weight is posthumous fame? The wondrous and curious heart should delight, first in chill.