In this low ebb period, I’ve felt powerless and reckless about many things recently. Thinking that both the purpose and method of creation are quietly changing. Due to my overly strict standards for stuff, such as integrity, sincerity, or kindness, I often fail to get the most precise answers from others. I understand that there’s always an unknown chasing me in my mind, accompanied by ambivalence. I don't know, maybe it's time to leave?