a review of 蓝月

I love how people can have normal lives that they flow through. There's a beauty to the levity of it all. I watch them like fish in water because to me they're almost a different species. It's a kind of fantasy. Lifestyle as a construct. An idea. But what idea am I? I wake up in the morning and realize the emptiness. When I hurt, it seems I am pain, but other times I'm nothing. But I don't envy normal people. They're lost in the world of appearances and contrivances. The last thing I'd want is to become part of their deceitful reality.