By sheer chance, I stumbled across a diary from a hundred years ago.
Its owner seemed to have been the young master of some wealthy household. Inside were little records of his daily life: “May 7, Year 14 of the Republic of China. Clear skies. I skipped class to play cards with my classmates, and my teacher chased me all the way home and scolded me. So annoying!”
I found it amusing, so I added a line beneath it: “May 2024. Been working for too long. Exhausted.”
The very next second, a sentence surfaced on the diary page: “Who are you?”