
	I have a marsh within myself. I live beside the marsh and wet my line.
		I sometimes fall in the marsh and get wet or fight goblin-like creatures. I dry fish and strange animals I hunted or take them to a town to sell and make my living. I hate crowds, so I go home near the marsh as soon as I finish my business. The dark marsh is so deep that it looks like bottomless. On stormy days, it gives me troubles and floods me away. But still, I feel confirmable here.
	Everybody probably has such a dark marsh inside oneself. It’s not always something ominous, but can be something like a gold mine of images where you can fish the sun or find ideas and inspirations. In the process of fishing something shadowy from the dark marsh, my true identity has gradually come out of the depth and uncertainties, giving me a clearer image of who I am now.