I am constantly receiving social attention and applying the corresponding unspoken pressure. I am in line with others. When I find myself in an appearance that weighs more than essence, impoliteness and loneliness make me silent. I found myself going to meet other people, not for me. I realize that I exist in reality but my subject disappears 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 all modern people live like that.