It looks like an angry face
Or, well, maybe not
One-month-old picture
Since then, more holes have been made
Time to throw it out?
Why do we keep it?
It is easy to replace
I really don't know
Like the year gone by
There is no past, no future
There is only now
Twenty twenty-two
A year is just a number
Illusion of time
All is energy
Even this old, worn towel
Reflecting the light
Perhaps we will see
The meaning of existence
Through the face-like hole
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