The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 1 Prologue
(Only the prologue is titled No.1, if you don’t like the title of No.1, you can skip the prologue without hindering the reading of the main text)

"hiss--"

The cold air pierces the lungs, piercing the consciousness like a sharp sword.

Oxygen stimulated my numb nerves and turned me from an unconscious carbon-based aggregate into a living thing again.

Like a programmed machine, I opened my sleepy eyes, stood up, and stared at the blank wall in front of me.

There was a blank in front of my eyes, and a blank in my mind.

"Ding dong dong ~ ding dong dong ~ jingling jingle jingling ~"

In a trance, crisp music echoed in my ears, constantly stirring in my mind, making me restless.

The significance of the alarm clock is not to wake up sleeping people, but to create a [habit].

It is not the external alarm clock that drives people to wake up, but the internal alarm clock that it generates.

Brushing my teeth and washing my face, looking at the man in glasses with a haggard face in the mirror, I felt that what I was facing was not a fresh life, but a numb part in a certain machine.

From childhood to adulthood, I never took the initiative to raise my hand to answer questions, nor did I take the initiative to interact with others.

When you encounter troubles and troubles, you will always suffer silently and make everything become a habit.

Whether in elementary colleges, secondary colleges, or higher colleges, they have always maintained a state of being in a state of inconsistency, and they exist in a mediocre and obscure way among the people.

Moderate, ordinary, good at patience, good at adapting, good at getting used to.

This is me, an office worker willing to be ordinary.

Dress, organize, groom, and lock the door.

Countless invisible alarm clocks have given me countless [habits].

[Habit] is a good thing, it saves me from having to think about it, and I go about my daily boring life step by step like a machine.

On the commute, I faced the fluorescent screen as usual, killing time in countless short videos and marketing information.

This is the world today.

Entertainment under traffic control has long been mentally handicapped.

Big data pushes a tailor-made information blockade, like a thick cocoon that binds people's spiritual world.

Everywhere you see, there is orderly repetition of information that deepens stereotypes, which paralyzes people's anxiety and traps people in a comfortable cognitive circle like a frog at the bottom of a well.

People gradually get lost in the concept of homogeneity and lose the ability to think.

But it's a good thing for me.

I, who is used to this, don't have to worry about it.

Snapped.

Putting away the fluorescent screen, along with the bustling flow of people, I entered the company like a part on an assembly line and started a day's work.

It's not because I am so good that I was accepted by the world's top giants, but because these monsters who monopolize everything have swallowed us up.

In the machine-like numbness of work, the voices of [mortgage], [insurance], [children], and [education] could be heard vaguely in my ears.

These words outside of work make me physically uncomfortable.

Single, renting, no car.

Whenever these topics come up, I feel like an accomplished loser who doesn't fit in with them.

If life is a game, then I am afraid that my current progress in this game can only be described as tragedy.

Maybe after a few years, I will be able to integrate into the other party, like a [successful person].

At that time, I will form a new [habit].

Just like my name Liu Sa, I am like quicksand, adapting to everything at will, and like quicksand, I am inexhaustible and have no [personality].

If this world is a novel, then I must be a supporting role that cannot be the [protagonist].

Late at night, after working overtime, I dragged my tired pace and went home to lie on the bed.

Abandoning the anxiety and uneasiness of reality, I sleep in a dream that is isolated from reality.

In the deep sleep, a voice sounded.

【Do you understand the meaning of existence】

【Do you desire to be truly alive】

【Do you want to know the truth of the world】

[If so... welcome to the Surreal Paradise! 】

(End of this chapter)