I didn’t do any work today. I tidied up the room, rearranged the decorative posters and the desk, went to the supermarket, cooked a meal, played records for a while, and before I knew it, the day was almost over.
In the evening, I remembered a metaphor I came up with before, it goes something like this:
Rather than being like a tree or something else, I think life is more like a fermentation process. Different ingredients and microbes are put in, and over time, the ingredients slowly change and produce different things — some turn into wine, some into vinegar, some into pickles, some into soy sauce, and others produce strange mushrooms and mycelium. Simple, primitive materials are digested and transformed into other things, and some aromas linger on and on. I quite like this metaphor, perhaps because it sounds more fragrant.