One day I was crying in men’s room, sitting on the toilet and holding a box of tissues. Crying until I felt bored, I started reading the characters on the package of the box. “planting” “strict selection” “food grade” “no dust skin care allergy” “food grade paper towels” Suddenly I stopped crying. How extravagant I was using such wonderful tissues for swiping my tears! My goodness, my tears are the most unworthy things in the world that never deserve food grade paper towels!

Somebody asked me for borrowing a pillow in my dream. He told me that I have insomnia, so whether I borrowed him or not makes no difference. I thought he was right. He painted his name with a writing brush on one side of the pillow, and then painted the name of the person he likes on the other side of it. He returned the pillow to me. The ink in the pillow was so smelly and the characters on the pillow were so ugly. I was upset, but I think it is more because the name he wrote is not me. So I jumped on a bus, holding the pillow in my hand until I arrived at the terminal. It was by the sea. I stood on the edge of the land, throwing the pillow into the sea with my full strength. The pillow was floating on the surface, drifting gradually far away from me. At the same time, it turned bigger and bigger, and finally transformed into an isle. I remembered that there were some coconut trees growing up on the side where his name was written on it. The leaves of the trees are extreme black. Just like the inks, or the feathers of a crow. Inside the coconut, it was filled with green bitter water. Poison coconuts. Is that a bad dream?