Capricious!

Have you ever been stared at by anything in your life? Not human eyes. It's the camera in the elevator, it's the algorithm on your phone, it's that box on a form you filled out that you ignored. They look at you more closely than anyone else. They know what you had for breakfast, how long you checked your phone before going to bed, their blood pressure, your repayment date, and the holes in the soles of your shoes. They break you into a thousand labels, classify them, file them in the warehouse, and then gently stamp them with a seal - you will not be able to see the words on the seal until you die. This book is an archive. There are some people in the file: the warehouse manager whose knees make noise, the sales girl who can tell in 0.3 Seconds that you can't afford something, the garbage truck driver whose face is turned liver-colored by alcohol, the rich man with a precise smile, the job seeker who can't bear to cut off his sleeve trademarks, and a middle-aged man who tries to pick up all the coins in the fountain. They don't know each other, but they share the same fate - they all live under the scan of others, under a certain label in a certain grid in a certain system. Some people tried to climb out, some people didn't even dare to climb out, and some people fell to their death after climbing halfway. No one remembers them. But the file remembers. Before opening, make sure your bones are strong enough. Because everyone here could be you. It's the you that's leaking through the cracks. --- ——We are all archived people, but some people never open their archives until they die.