A Hundred New Things to Eat

The market is buzzing and the crowds are like ants. I often stand on the street corner and watch the living beings running around, their faces blurred, and I don't know whether they are people walking or their souls wandering around. I suddenly felt that the silent ones in this world were the sharpest spectators. They said nothing, but they chewed up the world and swallowed it without even spitting out the dregs. The street lights came on, making the figures look longer. I think that everyone is probably his own ghost, wandering around in human skin during the day, and only dares to show his original shape at night. "Are you alive?" I always ask myself under the street lights late at night. Shadow nodded on the ground, then shook his head. Welcome everyone to read my work - "Gold-Plated Toilet"!