A gift from the rain，or,cloud tears.
Illustrated by Xiao Yang
This zine uses a birthmark to provoke thinking about the world in which it lives. Each of us has our own imprints, special scars, strange birthmarks, or a naturally sensitive heart,which sometimes make us proud, and sometimes make us particularly inferior, so we constantly have new feelings in this pull. Perhaps the attitude towards life is also the same, why not try not to focus on rising, falling, or working on balance, just accept this state of pulling each other, and accept the "gifts" given by the world.
Dedicated to you and me.
Illustrated by Xiao Yang
I always look to myself.
It's a prominent, special "pentagram".
Moles, hair, freckles, scars, blood vessels,birthmarks everything that makes up our world, are they all in this "pentagram"?
So, What about this world?
Is it a cat, is it faith, or is it love, or, matcha donuts sprinkled with diced strawberries?
This birthmark is for me, like a balloon sometimes rising, make me feel special, sometimes falls like a rock, make me feel low in the dust.
I know, rise sometimes, land sometimes, satisfied sometimes, frustrated sometimes, but at the moment, I hope to be quietly balanced in the air like this.
But absolute balance is just another imbalance, a gust of wind blows,it falls there.
Turned into a black dahlia on the edge of a cliff, more precarious.
"It's raining. It rained heavily on the day you were born."
There is always a moment when I think of this sentence my mother said.
Aha.
It turned out to be rain.
A gift from the rain， or, cloud tears.
So, What about this world? Is it a cat, is it faith, or is it love, or, Matcha donuts sprinkled with diced strawberries?