kirbytony

This is what we call the transformation of things.

Between being Zhou and a butterfly, surely there must be some distinction.

He couldn't decide: was he Zhou who'd dreamt he was a butterfly... Or a a butterfly now dreaming he was Zhou?

But suddenly, he woke up and was startled to find he was now Zhou

And he had not thought of being Zhou

It was so much fun. He could fly wherever he wanted

He was a happily, fluttering butterfly

Zhoung Zhou dreamt he was abutterfly

One night

WHO WAS PHONE