And then what...

So meaningless are the activities, the numbers, events, places, and my being. I was crabbing the other day. It was rainy and somewhat chili. There were few other boats, throwing the rings, waiting for few minutes, and the pulling them back up. Looking at the crabs, identifying the gender, keeping the males, releasing the females, and then measuring their length.

And I did crabbing here once, in a motor boat, and I was thinking about all those who did crabbing before me in here, and will do it after me. We have nothing in common, except crabbing in here, and vanishing in the infinity of time.

what a sad picture.