The reason behind reasoning.

I thought about writing the Annals of Shengdana Republic of Absurdia. But dates are always confusing and no matter how hard one can try tend to repeat themselves so I settled on incomprehensible ramblings.

I dreamt of a dream in which I was dreaming about the valley in the far, remote corner of this wide spread republic. The valley was piercing the eyes with loud screams of greenery. The shapes of mountains wrecked havoc in the ears with echoes of my breath. It was unbelievably beautiful.

I woke up from the dream of a dream in which I dreamt about the valley. I never bothered to search that place. Cause nothing remains unbelievable in this Shengdana Republic of Absurdia. I am sure, some concrete born, geometrically dumb structure must have replaced all the greeneries and there are already too many pot holes in my road to the cinema hall, waiting for the remaining mountains to cave in them.

In a way, I would write annals. And pass it on as rambling. Even I haven’t learned to differentiate between their meanings.