What is the prologue reality? There are countless answers to this question. To put it bluntly, it is turbid air and language like a knife. People and people's confused thoughts and unauthorized opinions. If you ask me, the answer will be very clear. That's mysophobia. In this clean space, I am free. As a writer, I create. This room protects me from the interference of the dirty outside world. Mysophobia. Everything in the room has been disinfected. Things brought back from outside must also be disinfected. Keeping the room clean and tidy is everything I do in my daily life outside of work and leisure. Never eat out at restaurants. Books you want to read in the bookstore have to wait until the electronic version is online. Friends, people you like, people you associate with, and all interpersonal relationships cannot be found in reality—most of them can only be found online. To be a bit exaggerated - "mysophobia" is a summary of my current life and also a solution for the future. I don't know when it was there, but it was there anyway. There's nothing bothersome about just staying in the house. It's just human interaction that keeps degrading.