I saw a cicada on the surface of the river. It was swimming, moving its legs.
I suddenly wondered. Do cicadas swim?
Maybe there was no such a cicada.
Trace the images of the swimming cicada.
This summer, I revisited the river where I saw the cicada swimming two years ago.
The river looked the same, but I felt that the flow of the water, and other things, were different from what I remembered.
I am thinking about senses, perceptions, consciousness/recognition, and the passage of time.