Ever scrolled through TikTok and accidentally stumbled into an existential crisis? 😅 Imagine being Tang Dynasty poet Chen Zi'ang, gazing at an ancient tower over 1,300 years ago, and dropping these bars:
"No sages of old before my eyes, No travelers of the future to rise. I contemplate the endless vastness of time, And tears fall, sad and blind."
Dude basically invented ✨vibe poetry✨ before it was cool. His Song of the Youzhou Terrace isn’t just ink on parchment—it’s a raw, universal mood. Think Billie Eilish-level existential angst… but with more silk robes and fewer AirPods.
Time Traveling Through Feels
Chen’s lament about humanity’s fleeting existence in an indifferent universe? Big mood. Today, we TikTok our existential crises. Back then, they carved theirs into history—literally. His words still hit because we’re all just tiny humans yelling into the void, whether it’s via poetry or Twitter threads 🕳️🐦.
Next time you’re doom-scrolling, remember: even 8th-century legends felt small sometimes. Maybe that’s how art bridges centuries—connecting us through shared ‘why are we here?’ moments. 🌌
