when I moved to a city Three years later, I moved to a city with my parents. It smelled strange. However, I couldn’t speak it out. Pedestrianes were zigzagging through the human traffic, jostling others. A high-heeled young lady ignored my big smile, wedging herself into the elevator. Residents were living in a “bird cage” where you had no idea who was your neighbor or friend. People were more like ghosts lingering on the street in the morning and snails in the evening. Almost everyone seemed in a floating island, they wanted to yell but their voices were fading away in air. Every one is an inaccessible island in a more connected cyberspace. I was lost.