When I was very young, I heard a word.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you.

And now I think that the furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but between pretension and coercion. Life can't be forced, so what's the point? How painful is it to try hard to pretend to be forced to fail in life?

For hermits and goblins, that's how they are now. I sat in my chair and looked at them happily. I whispered, "Have you considered it, two of you?"...