Late at night, I was lying in bed, my body was very tired, but my mind couldn't stop working.
For a long time, I have been troubled by memory and unable to sleep. I was thinking, instead of letting the memory become an existence that can only prevent me from entering dreamland, why not make it more valuable. So I got up, opened my notebook, and planned to encode the revolving lantern playing in my head into a novel.
However, my fingers were awkwardly hanging on the keyboard, not knowing where to start.
What should I write, where should I start, and how can I combine the disparate pieces into a compelling story?
You must know that the only person who can truly feel these fragmented memories is no one but yourself.
Regarding memory, logic may not be important, correlation may not be important, and timeline may not be important.
If you want to express a certain feeling, a picture fixed in memory is enough.
After all, nothing and no one remains the same.
It tastes authentic and only "instantly"