October Gray

My name is October, and I live in a noisy northern city. Every day, I shuttle between various high-end office buildings and crowded urban streets. Like a parasitic snail in this city, occasionally huddled on a street corner, occasionally crawling on the edge of existence, unable to find its own pure land. I don't remember which job I had. The 9-to-5 life was very monotonous and a bit boring. I breathed the suffocating air in the office building every day. The summer heat in the north is no less intense than in the south. The air exudes a strange smell mixed with sweat and odor. Every day I get up early, take the subway for half an hour, and then take the bus for 40 minutes to go to work. Going to work is a boring thing. I don't understand why I have to sit here all day when I can do a job in a few hours. So, most of the time I just play boring games and write insignificant words.