Weed is a vague image, so I call it grass in the sky, because I do not know what grass will grow in the sky, what color it will be, where its roots will be, will it be directed to the sun or ground,…. Perhaps because my brain was too hard, I should … And I don’t know why I always like that image even though I’ve never imagined what the sky is like? Hopefully someday a writer or artist will help me imagine it…. But maybe it will only be beautiful when I have no answer yet. Humans, who like everything that is clear but love the ambiguous things, take a simple example of love…. There are beautiful sayings when unfinished love.
