Absurdist Nonsense

Under the big tree where Weiming woke up, there was a dilapidated notebook. It was blurry, but some contents could be vaguely discerned: Those who live in isolation are either gods or beasts. It's an intentional theme I have too many names, and my identity is also linked to my name Strange, I remember someone told me Forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. What... Is it a car? There seems to be a little problem with this rotation. Some people seem to have retained memories of the last rotation What about me? What about me? Never try to give up your identity, not even once, not even once ——————Underline———————— Newcomer's first work It's not a cool novel, it doesn't have a female protagonist (maybe there's no protagonist either?), It may be a little weird, and even the beginning of the work was something I dreamed about in my dormitory at an electronics factory. I don't have an outline. Let's write it step by step. It would be great if someone comes to scold me and give me some inspiration. My profile is the same. The last thing an electronics factory needs is unrealistic fantasies. But it's hard for me to control when I'm driving screws. I imagine I'm working underwater and hold my breath. The content may be a bit confusing, I'll try to explain it clearly. I hope everyone will forgive me. This is indeed a third-rate work. The title is so pure that I really can't think of a good name.