Library

I live in an ordinary rental house. Wake up, take a shower, go out, and come home every day. Life is quiet and repetitive. There is an old notebook on the table with many reminders written in it. Some things, if I don't write them down, I will soon forget. I often stand by the window and look at the people on the street. They laugh, argue, and hug. Their lives seemed lively. And I just watched. It's like watching a movie without sound. This is not a story of ups and downs. Just a record of a person's quiet life.