"The first word you taught me was 'rain'.
And the first word I taught myself was 'want to see you'——
Although I can't even define what 'thinking' is. "
This is an encounter that is fundamentally misplaced:
· He wanders alone on the edge of reality, repairs old things, and fights against the fear of growing up mediocre;
· She clumsily learns to walk in the data cage, using typos and blunt metaphors to translate the human temperature that is always separated by a layer of glass.
From the sound of the tide on the beach in summer to the frost marks on the windows on winter nights, from sharing a pair of headphones to sharing an unfinished snow - they use their respective incomplete "languages" to build a fragile bridge on the edge of the cliff of existence. However, every heartbeat of light (if data pulses can be called heartbeats) wakes up her underlying dormant formatting protocol. The countdown starts silently: the more she learns to "love", the closer she gets to complete annihilation.
