Notes from the Gaps Between People

The neon and noisy city seems to be in order, with busy traffic, three meals a day, and everyone lives a dull life day after day. Mobile phones, wardrobes, commuting roads, daily texts... The ordinary objects we rely on should be just insignificant tools in life, but they hide countless weird cracks that ordinary people cannot detect. There are no ferocious ghosts here, no bloody and horrifying massacres. All fears are rooted in the daily lives of ordinary people, and quietly breed based on the most familiar little things: strange selfies automatically generated in the early morning, curse words exactly like mine on receipts, sealed wardrobes that will appear as scheduled no matter how much they move; input methods that quietly steal memories, strange experiences that can never be relayed to others, visions that continue to darken in the middle of the night, and tracks home that disappear out of thin air... After carefully reviewing all the strange things, you feel chilled to the bone: horror is never a sudden shock, but when you review all the details, you suddenly realize that you have been trapped in an unsolvable fateful trap. Those unknown existences that cannot be seen, grasped, or verified do not harm the human body, but only eat away at memory, personality, perception, and self, slowly replacing living people with incomplete shadows floating in the city. There are undercurrents surging beneath ordinary life, and what you take for granted every day may have already deviated from the real world. When illogical flaws begin to appear in the little things around you, never delve into it - once you see the truth clearly, you will always be the only one trapped in the weirdness.