My Short Story Collection

Late at night. I always feel that there are many things in this world that are not quite right. The old store downstairs that had been open for more than ten years suddenly closed. People who used to be seen every day suddenly became unemployed. What someone spent half a lifetime learning, no one wants overnight. Some people have just adapted to this era, and new technologies and processes are coming. The people who used to repair radios are gone. The pen repairman is gone. The used bookstore is gone. Even the people who write long letters seriously seem to be gone. The world is getting faster and faster. It's so fast that many people don't even have time to feel sad. So I started thinking about writing short stories. Because short stories are like those people in this era who have no time to be remembered. They may only show up one night. Say a word. Do one small thing. Then it was lost in time. But I always feel. They shouldn't have no sound at all. Written in "My Collection of Short Stories". It is these people, professions, emotions and times that are slowly disappearing. Write about those left behind in the old world. Write about those people who are trying their best to catch up, but are still left behind by the times. I also write about those people who are clearly "useless" but still live seriously.