The picture of this article comes from the film "Bojack the Horse Man"
The outside world is bustling with people, buzzing and buzzing. But I was alone in contemplation, deaf to the disturbances outside. Sometimes, walking by the sea, I meet a group of people saying something passionately, and the voice hits my eardrums like the whispers of birds, like the waves lapping at the shore, and not a word has meaning to me. From a macro perspective, they don't exist for me; I don't exist for them either. Although we met, the souls did not intersect.
In the world, there are only a dozen people whose souls intersect, some people are limited to relatives, some people add lovers, and some people add friends.
People's writing and publishing make it seem that the soul can intersect with some strangers, that is, those who feel some resonance with your soul. But deliberately knowing a writer is the most meaningless thing, as Qian Zhongshu said, eating eggs is good, why know the hen?
I just want to make some interesting souls in the world, communicate once in a while, and spend the rest of the time alone, entertaining myself, talking to myself, and being free.