The Loneliness of the Green Campus

-------------------------------------------------- Regarding writing (not to mention writing), I always feel that it is not just for expressing something, but more like a kind of search. Countless eyes passed by it, who stayed at which place; who left a sigh behind which sentence, those stays and sighs are the harvest of these words. There are some unspoken words hidden in those words, waiting lonely to be discovered. If you meet many people but no one finds your heart, then you will be disappointed. So are words. Many hearts are too impetuous, many eyes are too hasty and refuse to stay for anyone, and many hearts are too self-righteous, thinking that they are true when they stay on the surface. "What is on the surface is an unmistakable lie." - Even though Kundera has said so. But in this age of fast food, who would stop for whom? I am timid and timid, stubbornly refusing to let my words bear misunderstandings and disappointments. I don't want to show what I write to acquaintances because I'm used to telling lies under my real name and telling the truth under a false identity—like many other people. Unfortunately, the self in reality is positioned by others, so a false identity is created to express the true self. ——It's all disguise, and so is the world. All hopes are placed on that false identity, so let her live in the void, free from the positioning and fetters of others. -------------------------- The original novel style of Night Hitoko hardly resembles a novel. I once thought about deleting the article, but I gave up. Good things are me, bad things are me too. In this way. --------------------------