စိတ်ထဲရှိသမျှ

I float. I float for a good solid twenty minutes day in and day out. I think about life, family, love, hatred, money, and friendship.  Nothing lasts. All thing just rises and recedes naturally, like tides while the meaning of the life seems to remain the same always, which is just to live and be with other people? It's overwhelming that my feelings and experiences are highly intense in one sense and another, utterly trivial because nothing about my life, the job, the desire, the love affairs struck me as permanent. I used to think anything was possible, that there were no doors shut behind me, and that