Just came back from a stroll and it definitely feels better than breathing the stale air in my room. It's good to walk in the night - there is less people around, and the darkness gives you this extra layer of protection, masking your presence to the world. Like a ghost.
Been raining these few weeks, giving a dull greyish colour to the world (or is it my world?). Though it's not helping my nose, it's definitely better than the searing hot sun.
To Huang, I wanna apologize for the slow progress of my scripts. I'm trying to make up for lost time now but it's tough not to stay distracted.
Where is my old self? The one with a bright fire of optimism in his belly, thinking he can clear every obstacle in his path.