One day, I
happened to bump into a jellyfish. I asked the jellyfish where
it was going. The jellyfish said that it wanted to go someplace
warmer, but it can’t go there just like that, so it
didn’t know how to answer my question. It said that it
was just a tiny jellyfish that goes wherever the waves push it.
Someone once said: “If you use yourself, you won’t
be able to finish cooking a meal,” And then asked me if I
liked jellyfish dishes. After seeing the terrified look on
Jellyfish’s face, I didn’t want to reply, “I
love eating spicy jellyfish dishes,” So I said to the
jellyfish, I too feel like I am drifting towards somewhere. I
hate this, how my body feels like it’s losing its memory.
Because it can’t remember anything, it feels very sad. I
am like you as well… a jellyfish that is stuck in old
memories and drifting towards somewhere. I asked, “Do you
like jellyfish dishes?” Jellyfish replied “What are
you talking about? It is the same as debris washed away by
waves. Just a simple jellyfish, why would you ask it questions
like that?” The jellyfish then lit a cigarette and slowly
drifted towards an unknown place. The jellyfish left while
asking me to try new Belmont cigarettes and then, like a puff
of smoke, slowly vanished. I’m leaving my memories behind
and floating away like Jellyfish to a scary place. This was
only a vague wisp of an encounter in the dusty corner of our
consciences. We dreamed. We ate. We spoke. We laughed.
We laughed.