I am on my way.
I look forward and I see no ends.

When I keep on my way, I even cannot recognize where I start from.

Am I losing track from my way? Or my way is losing track from me?


No matter in I'm looking to which direction,
Only infinity......



Only is the way to death,


Worse still,


the way to an infernal. No, infernals.


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The Picture:
Wheat Field with Crows, 1890, Vincent van Gogh