Thinker's Sorrow

Henderson 2022-12-15 14:29:44

The sorrow of the thinker is that no one knows his thoughts.
Yes, it is not that no one agrees, but no one knows, it is not that no one spurns it, but no one knows.
I used to exist in the world even as a demon, and the male protagonist just wanted to find such a testimonial, a testimonial that once existed in this world, how to do that, of course, is to connect with others.
There is such a person in this world. They are like air. You are in it and you don't know his existence. However, you shout at him every day and live by it. This is the "transparent person". Their embodiment is People with precarious jobs in menial jobs, bank security, street sweepers, mall cleaners, restaurant dishwashers, I know we've seen them, but who really cares what they think, and we absolutely will. After thinking about it, they have no thoughts, just like the lowly machines born, just doing the humble work mechanically. This is their natural mission, but who cares about their thoughts. Good people develop an aversion when we touch them.
Then the male protagonist is not reconciled to such a life, but he is powerless to resist. He is in his forties and middle-aged, without a good job, no woman, no children, and only a seriously ill old mother. Well, it seems that he has never been here, no one really cares about his feelings, he is like a "transparent person", then let him leave traces of his presence in this world, not silently doing good deeds, not rushing Rain's robbery and killing made a sensation in the world, but let his life be connected with a person, so that at least he knows that there is a person touched by him, even if this touch is hatred, even if it is pain, isn't it a feeling. It's also far better than dying silently and unknown, and even the spurning is compelling.
When you are asleep, my life is lived because of you, even if it is a hate.

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