A young tenant who was tired of the fast pace of the city took over a corner used bookstore that was about to close. While sorting through a mountain of old books, he discovered an old-fashioned notebook with no signature and yellowing paper that was as hard as moss. The notebook is not a diary or a novel, but a dense and detailed record of the "useless" details that are ignored by ordinary people within a few miles around the bookstore: the rusty pattern of the window bars, the reflective color of the sign of the cafe opposite in different weather conditions, the fixed patrol route of stray cats in the middle of the night. , Specific pedestrians who always pass by at a fixed time and their habitual little movements... The tenant was puzzled at first, but then he couldn't help but follow these records to observe. Gradually, he touched a faint but tough temperature in the cold reinforced concrete of the city, and began to write his own "moss paper".
Intention: In the forgotten corner, salvage the temperature that has been washed away by time.