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Sparks of Thought

📄️ About the scars

At the beginning there is nothing to feel, just an opening, slowly oozing some blood, the pain follows and is not very intense, the pain level increases at the same time, the pain starts to hit you straight in the heart, lasts for a good period of edema, the granulation tissue slowly grows out will be a little itchy, while the pain still reminds you, the process gradually progresses, the size of the opening and the pain level gradually diminishes, the scabbing process visible to the naked eye, the pain slowly subsides but Curiosity occasionally plays tricks on you and you lift the scab that has just grown, and again the blood and swelling and pain seeps out, and you endure the tears of your own demons, time slowly passes and the scab will grow and recede little by little, leaving a not very pretty scar, or a faintly visible white mark, but whatever it is, only you know The scab will grow and fade away, leaving a scar that is not very pretty, or a faint white mark, but whatever it is, only you know how it came about.

📄️ About bugs

It feels a bit clear why there is a greater fear of bugs in the city, because the city has always had an air of 'solidity', especially the home, which is solid and controllable, so the contrast with the otherwise neutral 'uncontrollable mobility' is magnified and panic is felt. . "Yesterday I saw two large cockroaches in a house in the village. I was initially alarmed, but then I thought nothing of it, because the atmosphere is open and fluid, and nature itself is unpredictable. It's more like "I'm flowing with the uncontrollable", so it's a lot more relaxing.