I live in a city with a huge population.

People seem to be crowded,

but they are separated by a great distance.

Until now I don’t even know my neighbor’s

name.

But I familiar with net friend in another city.

Every morning,

television report more and more good news.

Is that good?

Not sure.

But my mom telling me is good.

So it’s good.

I keep watching TikTok,

a girl who has a lot of fans,

every comment says that she is beautiful.

Is she beautiful?

No idea.

But all comments says she is beautiful.

So she is .

When I go to store,

I buy drink which the taste like gasoline.

Everyday I buy it,

because everyone in my school say this drinks is tasty.

It is tasty?

Positive.

I see the comedy which is very popular,

everyone laugh in the theater.

Am I laugh?

Definitely, 

my mouth laugh,

but my heart can’t feel anything.

An old lady falling on the ground,

surrounded by many people.

They use their phones to take photos, shoots videos.

Send to their friends,

but no one help her.

My right hand try to reach out to her,

but my left hand hold it down.

Am I right?

No idea.

But everyone does it,

so yes.

Am I a follower?

Yes,

I am,

I am a follower.

A follower for you,

for her,

for him.

Can you imagine what it was like to be a follower?

You can look at me,

no own feeling,

no own thoughts,

just follow,

follow everything you can imagine,

including your imagination.

Should we all be followers?

Yes,

we are,

we are followers,

no one can escape.

Am I lonely tonight?

I am not alone tonight because we are all followers.

I am normal tonight.

Are you normal tonight?

And I am your follower,

forever.

Good night.