At around 23:33pm, I heard a single but subtle pop on my computer monitor.
At around 23:11pm, I had a superstitious imagery of death. While massaging Maw’s right knee, which was cleaned up via arthroscopic surgery, I was thinking of and blessing Paw sleeping on his bed downstairs. I then saw Maw sleeping on her bed but upstairs.
The Chinese prefer to bury their death next to each other, taking up precious land, instead of being stacked on top of each other, or cremated, which is the way people should be taken cared of. I don’t know the meaning behind this symbolic placement of formerly fleshy shells. But it doesn’t make sense.
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