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The cold and clear air is very awake, and the dark trees are so quiet that there is a breath. It was 9:20 in the evening, and I jumped out of the library where I was about to rest, and I was walking on the way back to bed.

The lights on the court were still on, and many people were still playing basketball, and there were even men and women in shorts and shorts playing badminton nearby. I admire their fierceness! The day before yesterday, my cold symptoms started going uphill, and I saw boys on the playground wearing brightly colored uniforms playing football and shouting in the cold rain from a distance. My legs are getting weak, I'm weak and need a good rest.

Maybe I shrugged, and a crowd of skateboarders sprang up behind me like a Japanese mob.

Back to the library thing. In the evening, students who seem to be work-study students sort out the misaligned books on the shelf (as if I think it's okay to be misaligned), they use a board or a book to slowly knock the protruding books in. Near closing, set up and confirm the location of tables and chairs. It's strange that the people who come here every night have never seen it.

The chair has armrests! With his hands on it and his back against his back to read, sometimes a sentence will lead him to jump to other places. The reading room provides hot water, there are not many tables, but there are few people, and the girl wearing Sony noise-cancelling headphones is carefully reciting something.

By the way, the first book I borrowed here is "Existentialist Cafe: Freedom, Existence, and Apricot Cocktails", which is a good book. Expect to enjoy it this week. Currently I'm partial to Merleau Ponty.

Consciousness is like a "fold" in the world.