Lifeless Loop by Zhi Syuen Yee (Syuen)

Lifeless Loop

Words by Zhi Syuen Yee (Syuen) / Illustration by Dana Jepsen

Any fl ower that blooms at the peak of spring loses its colours and withers into nothing but frail twigs by winter. Each face imprinted as a memory so present will eventually fade into an occasional dream, a spiritual reminder of a past that was once present.

So, does “present” really hold that much importance if it is but a speck of dust in the temporal sand? As each second passes again and again, life passes again and away.