The sauna-like heat outside stands in stark contrast to the chilled air of the AC. My mind scatters, frantically bouncing from place to place without ever settling, unable to hold onto a single linear thought for even a moment.

Another day, indistinguishable from the rest, nonchalantly creeps into my life, dragging a tail of guilt behind it.

Acquaintances smilingly recount life stories that have absolutely no bearing on my own, while I return a soulless, obligatory smile.

A mind projected through two languages yearns for this stream of consciousness—something AI could never truly comprehend—to be understood. Fully aware of the attention that no one is willing to offer, it leisurely bides its time, waiting for the day it will inevitably overflow beyond control.

The world outside is overflowing with everything, yet simultaneously, there is nothing worth casting a glance upon. Souls are drawn to the misfortune of others, captivated by sensationalism steeped in fear. Chasing phantom wealth in the void, they clamor, "Click me, click me!"

Yearning for a palpable, serene balance, he waits as he always does, relying on the lessons learned from the agonies of the past.

In this unbearable April heat, simply struggling to maintain a coherent train of thought is an overwhelming endeavor.