Pause here for a second, raise the fork all the way to the top, and now slowly lower it, the sound is like an ocean wave. Now I hear it, why I didn't notice it before, it does sound like ocean waves.
We are like fish to be sold in a cramped water tank, breathing mechanically, frantically eating expired food in the trash can, day after day, unable to distinguish between day and night, can't remember whether it is a day or a week. Once upon a time, we were either in a noisy or empty warehouse, and she just snuggled gently beside me listening to the waves. Why does a lifetime work colleague commit suicide, maybe the one he loves falls in love with him, one by one is overwhelmed by loneliness, one by one is afraid of being hurt by intimacy, repeating work or helplessly looking forward to an indescribably fragmented future.
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