My name is Ayuan, and I am a cyclist who runs around the city every day. There is no set plot in my life, only wild thoughts that pop up at any time - maybe on a rainy night I suddenly wonder "whether human beings are fragments of ultimate consciousness", or on the way to deliver an order I suddenly wonder "does the universe have any boundaries?", Or even when waiting at a red light to wonder "do creatures like dragons really exist?"
This novel is my entire self-narration. It has no scientific basis, no logical constraints, and no rules that "must revolve around a certain proposition." All contents are my unscrupulous imagination: today I am obsessed with the game between consciousness and carrier, tomorrow I may jump to guess the ultimate form of the universe, and the day after tomorrow I may be entangled with the authenticity of a certain concrete thing.
These conjectures can neither be confirmed nor falsified, just like the secrets hidden in the gaps between orders - they have nothing to do with right or wrong, no distinction between high and low, they are just an ordinary person's free inquiry into all the unknowns in the world in his ordinary daily life. I will write down all the flashes of my imagination. There is no frame or boundary, just a free-wheeling imaginative wandering that belongs to me.
Intention: deep thinking