Bobo went to work in another city, and I finished watching the late-night screening of Avatar 3 by myself. I returned to the hotel in the rain, ordered takeout, and my thoughts drifted into a vacuum. If my life had an observer, they would definitely think I have some mental issues. While others enjoy funny videos with their meals, I find myself reminiscing about the fantastical universe of Outer Wilds while eating buns and hand-pulled chicken. For a moment, I felt like my life was too pure, and the only difference from high school was that I could no longer find friends to think and debate these topics with. Once, when I was arguing with Becky, I said, "Don’t think I’m like this or that and nice to everyone; it’s all an act." I wasn’t wrong. They both liked to imitate my WeChat signature, pretending to recite that line in a pose when I appeared on a show, which was pretty funny. However, every time I laughed, I would feel sad for a while, not only because I could never go back to high school, and no one would discuss these "serious topics" with me anymore, but most importantly, I always think about my reclusive years before I started a club in high school. Now, very few people know about the time I lived completely unlike my current personality.

By the way, while reading articles about gravitational waves, I found that the name of the Japanese supermarket AEON comes from the ancient Greek word "aeon," which means the end of the universe after heat death.