It’s not easy being an introvert with the job that’s been bestowed upon me by the gods. Every time the Sun is out, throngs of them turn up to cross me which always make me shiver inside. I’ve watched every single one of them present with a smile before they step on my belly. Instead of marvelling at my structure, the strength of my red arms holding on to the sides of the Lengjia Gorge, and my transparency (a gift to them from the gods), they gather for a talk about “safety”.
Safety from what? Here I am giving them a corridor to witness the ancient Lianjiang River and they are too busy putting on harnesses and funny foot coverings which tickle my glass skin.
These miniscule souls, they don't marvel at me or the Lianjiang River, they are too busy looking at their devices, using me as a crutch instead of a window into the natural world. They laugh at my belly, as if there’s anything amusing about carrying their fear of mortality in the middle of me. Why do they cross me, then cry as if it’s not the best experience to be up in the air above the ancient Lianjiang who has seen a millenia of history pass by, but never saw humans over it with a structure like me?
I wish the criers, or the gaggling young ones preoccupied by their reflection on their devices, or the ones who find gratification in seeing others suffer are not allowed to even set foot at my side. I wish I could sway to the breeze to nudge these annoying tourists, so I could worship the mighty Lianjiang River in peace.
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