At 3 a.m. the market closes. The window isn’t shut properly, and I can hear the delivery cart sounds from the convenience store downstairs. I don’t know when the steamed buns jump onto the table; they snore with their weight on the draft papers where I write things down, and I can’t even pull a pen out. While it turns over, I quickly go take a shower. My hair isn’t fully dry, and I casually fold tomorrow’s clothes and place them neatly on the sofa. After watching the charts like that, these minutes that belong to me are especially quiet—and strangely soothing. Sometimes I think that when I live alone, everything is better #生活细节 #独居日记