Modern New York

On a late-night street corner in Brooklyn, New York, she once again collapsed on a bench - she had experienced being let down so many times that she was "numb to the point of feeling no pain." Every time you fall into a relationship, you end up losing the other person. She browses the sweetness of others on social platforms and wonders why "love doesn't happen to everyone who desires it." Maybe it was because I lost myself first that I could never find the other half who could complete me. She could only leave the answer to time: maybe everything will become clearer when she grows older. This is a lonely monologue about the young generation struggling repeatedly between desire and self-doubt in a postmodern metropolis.