I am constantly receiving social attention and applying the corresponding unspoken pressure. When I find myself in an appearance that weighs more than essence, impoliteness and loneliness make me silent. Not for me. I am in reality, but there is a moment when I realize that my subject has disappeared with the subject of others. I am living a fake life rather than my true life. I hope it is not someone's substitute, but everyone in the modern world seems to live like that.