"He had searched galaxy after galaxy, lost in thought, always coming up empty. At last his journey seemed at an end, just one more vast desert to cross in search for the Temple of Ideas. With a fate uncertain he takes one more look before descending into the dune sea..."
Little piece I've been pondering over for a while, reflecting my current drought of ideas.
Remember Sascha, Wu Wei.
Hǎo de, Sihing!
I hope this little “like” sprinkles fresh water over your desert, where great and fantastic ideas are sure to grow soon.
Thank you so much, Claire. Food for the seeds for sure :)