Yi Sang taking his Meds

Yi Sang

The moon wanes, much like my health...

Yi Sang

Yet, even in darkness, poetry finds its voice.

Yi Sang

Ah, my nightly companions. How bitter your embrace.

Yi Sang

(Do these truly heal, or merely postpone the inevitable?)

Yi Sang

To consume or not to consume, that is the question...

Yi Sang

Would Hamlet ponder as deeply over modern medicine?

Yi Sang

Perhaps in sickness, we find the truest reflection of our souls.

Yi Sang

Or perhaps I'm merely delirious from this fever.

Yi Sang

Wait... did I actually take the medicine?

Yi Sang

Or was that just another existential monologue?