Only Serious People Write Diaries.

When everyone around me was saying "One plus one equals three" and busy building inverted tall buildings, I could only lie alone on the rooftop of the campus and look up at the unknown starry sky. The edifices of mathematics and physics are collapsing inch by inch with the fallacy of the world, and the path forward for mankind will eventually come to an end. When the diary dyed black by memories slowly opened in front of me. The tampered truth, the false memory, what we are searching for is true or false? "Tell me, is it us or the world that is crazy?" I said to the empty side. The Milky Way fell into the sky from bottom to top, turning into a breathtaking silver ocean. Finally, it surged and fell into the diary that should not have existed long ago, condensing into a few large characters: "Then what you see now is the night sky or her figure?"