It’s Tuesday. It’s November 7th, 2017, and it is only two days left since the clock has shifted one hour to the front. I still don’t used to the clock shifting. I still think I am living one hour ahead. People are coming and leaving, and I just see them as some moving objects out there in the cloudy and mysterious world outside of my mind. It seams that there are two separate worlds: the first is my mind and imagination and dreams and the flow of my thinking; the second is the outer world, with all its cruelty, brutality, reality, and toughness. Through the whole of my life, I sincerely tried to merge these two worlds. To make peace between these two continents. How successful was I? Maybe zero. Absolute zero. And this is, with no doubt, the paradox and tragedy of my whole life.