Life is a novel.
This story is very long, and I have been imagining it in my mind for a long time, and finally decided to write it down.
I don't know when my memory started to be bad. The books I have read, the things I have done, and the people I have met have gradually faded away. The most common thing I do is when others talk about something we did together, I look confused: I don't remember.
For this reason, I often feel panicked and have no memory, as if a piece of my life is missing.
I want to record those stories before I completely forget them, to at least prove that the traces of my life have been like this.
Now, I want to think about where to start. ——Late summer