Library

That summer, I couldn't write anything anymore. I realized this when I was sitting in front of the computer on an extremely hot day, tapping the keyboard with my fingers, printing everything in my mind on the screen. After a long time, I really couldn't hold it any longer. So I deleted them all at once. Then I realized that I could never write anything again. The weather was really hot and the room was stifling. I walked out into the street to find something to do, or maybe just take a nice walk. It's afternoon now, and I'm walking past various shops one after another, selling tea, eating, selling cigarettes, selling wine... The setting sun shines on every small shop, and they are as glorious as wearing a blood-red coat. Finally, I walked into a tavern. I wanted to have a few drinks and forget the things I shouldn't remember.