One day, I happened to bump into a jellyfish. I asked the jellyfish where it was going. The jellyfish said that it wanted to go someplace warmer, but it can’t go there just like that, so it didn’t know how to answer my question. It said that it was just a tiny jellyfish that goes wherever the waves push it. Someone once said: “If you use yourself, you won’t be able to finish cooking a meal,” And then asked me if I liked jellyfish dishes. After seeing the terrified look on Jellyfish’s face, I didn’t want to reply, “I love eating spicy jellyfish dishes,” So I said to the jellyfish, I too feel like I am drifting towards somewhere. I hate this, how my body feels like it’s losing its memory. Because it can’t remember anything, it feels very sad. I am like you as well… a jellyfish that is stuck in old memories and drifting towards somewhere. I asked, “Do you like jellyfish dishes?” Jellyfish replied “What are you talking about? It is the same as debris washed away by waves. Just a simple jellyfish, why would you ask it questions like that?” The jellyfish then lit a cigarette and slowly drifted towards an unknown place. The jellyfish left while asking me to try new Belmont cigarettes and then, like a puff of smoke, slowly vanished. I’m leaving my memories behind and floating away like Jellyfish to a scary place. This was only a vague wisp of an encounter in the dusty corner of our consciences. We dreamed. We ate. We spoke. We laughed.
We laughed.
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