I walked recklessly. Or rather, my body was being dragged by my feet, and my feet were being dragged by my body.

Otherwise, if it doesn't change or if it - as it is here in my opinion - regresses, it becomes something to have disdain for, or feel insanely angry about. Does that make sense? I don't know.

There's nothing strange about it. Dead bamboo is no longer bamboo. It's the same substance as stone!