The subway is crowded, and people in the car are playing with their cell phones and listening to music with Bluetooth headphones. When the train arrives and a large number of passengers get on and off the train, I'm always worried that their headphones will be squeezed out.
After leaving the station, there are a lot of food stalls along the roadside, which is my favorite fireworks. There are all kinds of snacks, including barbecue skewers and fried noodles, and sometimes I'll buy a few skewers of barbecued gluten as a consolation for a hard day's work. The house is shared, and my roommate is also a laborer who comes out early and goes home late. He goes in and out of glossy office buildings just like me, and handles all the work on the computer every day. Occasionally, I would say hello when I met him after work, and after that, I went to my room.
At the end of the day, I was too tired to talk, too incapable of dealing with any kind of socialization. Like most people, my favorite night of the week is Friday night, when the roads are still congested and the subway crowded during the evening rush hour, but the joy of welcoming the weekend washes it all away. I clock out of work, go back to my rental house, order a takeout, take out my PAD and watch a movie while I eat, it's incredibly relaxing. I live in a place with floor-to-ceiling windows, not far from the position of the bed, I often turn off the overhead light, turn on a warm light source of the table lamp, through the curtains to see the traffic outside, in the red light, countless vehicles taillights lit up, like a long string of red lanterns. I've always felt that life in the big city is really lively and lonely.
A few years later, I changed to a new job and moved away from my previous place. The space in my new apartment was much larger than before, and it was fully furnished in a minimalist style, with a painting full of artistic flavor hanging on the white wall facing the bed. I have to face a lot of socializing in my new job, even though I resist it. Outside of work, I still like to keep to myself, but there are always times when it's hard to get away.
One birthday dinner, a friend gave me a gift, a Wego C1 pro projector, saying it was a benefit for me as a movie buff, and I was overjoyed and very satisfied. After returning to my place, I took down the painting on the wall and turned on the projector. It was just right, with the right distance and clarity. I found the manual carefully read, in addition to the compact size and lightweight, this projector actually has a lot of "black technology": intelligent voice control, auto-focus and automatic keystone correction, no matter how to place, can be quickly adjusted. The projected large HD image gives me an immersive experience and I can finally say goodbye to my PAD.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is still busy and the subway is still crowded, but my mind is much calmer than when I first arrived. I don't know when I started, but I've gotten used to the two o'clock-and-one-lane life, and I'm still going to go back early on a Friday night and eat takeout and watch a movie. In this bustling city, all kinds of people and things, there is a helpless carnival, there is a wonderful solitude.