The Treacherous Journey to the Mountain on a Bike (pt.2)

so this escapade was not the most brave or magnificent by far, but at least i crashed my bicycle.

somewhere along the dark and dank path of the cave, i chance upon a fengshui master. how fortunate. he tells me that i should not position a painting above my bed, i contemplate on his wisdom for a few brief moments. we part our ways, and i feel a deep sense of remorse and tranquility beacause somewhere in my subconscious, i know i may never see this fengshui master again. i bid him a tearful farewell.

soon i find myself outside of the cave and i make my way back home.