If people can focus on the things they want to focus on, and not think about the troubles they don't want to think about, maybe that's the true meaning of happiness.

But often it backfires, and when you want to forget, the memory is constantly reinforced, and each time it is staged in a different way, like Hamlet, which has been performed countless times, or any of Shakespeare's plays. So much so that perhaps in a few years, the original version of Shakespeare will be completely forgotten.

Forgetting, it's easier said than done, it's simply impossible.

Representative Foley now only hopes not to think about those unhappy things, as long as those things stay in his mind for a long time, his body will fall into a swamp, his bones will gradually soften, and finally he will have no strength, just like a body that is still breathing, although it looks young and healthy, there is no sign of being alive, and he, the existence of sharp contradictions, is still alive, but has lost the breath of life.

Each day of such a day makes Representative fear the next day, and people have always looked forward to tomorrow, except for criminals sentenced to death, abandoned lovers, or dying people.

Forlì agrees with all three, as if he is talking about himself.

Criminals sentenced to death.

José played the role of inquisitor to the fullest.

Abandoned lovers.

Ephia disappeared again, gone, gone.

The Dying.

Isn't that me, a genetic disease whose name you can't even pronounce clearly, and who either waits for death or sends yourself to the bed of quadriplegia.

Damn it. Representative Foley is furious. No matter how long he had been depressed, he had been depressed for too long, and since this time he had come out of Dr. José's office, he hadn't really thought about it, he always tried to put it aside first, take care of his work first, help John get his clothes in order first, take John to school first, and even set aside time to miss Ephia, a woman he increasingly doubted if really existed.

Could it be that he has some kind of mental illness, he studied psychology in college, and knows that if a person constantly reinforces a certain thought, this thought will be accepted by the memory as a real event, and people with schizophrenia, anxiety or obsessive-compulsive disorder may be deeply distressed by this imagination.

Will you have an incurable disease, will your back pain be lung cancer, pain in the lower right side means that there is a problem with your liver, and will heart discomfort suddenly lead to sudden death. Leonard, why did the name suddenly come to mind, that's right, Belus said he died of cardiac arrest.

Forlì felt his breath hard, the dreariness in the carriage made him feel uneasy, he wanted to lose his temper, he wanted to shout, he wanted to find someone to quarrel or fight, but it was not Forlì Soder. Foley is a sensible child, empathetic since he was a child, and Foley is his mother's little pumpkin and a good student who doesn't cause trouble.

But now that this kind and sensible man is sick, Representative doesn't know what he has to do to be a good student, a sensible child, a trustworthy husband and a father who can take good care of the children.

What is usually normal seems to have become distorted and unbearable at the moment, life is like a cactus full of thorns, Foley feels that he is a cactus, but the thorns have grown and fallen, and now they are all on him, should he be in pain? Should. Of course he deserves to be in pain.

Should I get help? Thinking of helping Representative Foley felt even more powerless, he searched his mind for someone he could talk to, he thought of Jason, who was a photojournalist and maybe now in the rainforest of the Amazon; Who else, Belus may be a good candidate, but he seems mysterious and unknowable behind him, in the spotless house he calls home.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it, he had thought about it, and he had even been thinking about it from the beginning, he wanted that person to be Ephia.

He misses this girl, whether she is married or not, whether she has children or not, he is willing to see her, wants to talk to her, and is even willing to forgive her for saying goodbye.

We have no commitments, never. Forlì is no longer sure if there was a promise between him and Ephia, and no one can tell him the truth about it, except for Ephia.

He could even forgive her for disappearing again, no, first for her sudden appearance, and then again for disappearing, as if carefully calculated for suddenly disappearing while he answered the phone.

Foley felt a wave of nausea, as if he couldn't take it anymore, he tried to imagine what Ephia would look like, Ephia had a brown freckle on her right cheek, it should have been there from below, the freckles were especially obvious when she didn't wear makeup, Ephia's dark brown hair had always been very long, how long, longer than her shoulders, yes, she always tilted her head sideways when making coffee, as if she was afraid that her hair would cover her eyes.

Eventually, this imagination, which was more like a memory, became a truly rambling fantasy, a psychotic whimsy.

No one would know what happened in Foley's car, and if he didn't say it, everything that happened in his head would be just a "secret" that didn't exist in this world, not even a "secret".

His mother once believed that Foley was hiding the secret of his illness, and tried to link to Foley's data device several times, and he once changed his password every day, feeling that no encryption method was safe enough, and the secret was like the traces of a tire, like a cloud that gradually faded from the sky, because existence is real, and the secret will never be a vain night dream.

Before calling Representative Foley, Berus was returning home from outside, and when he walked through the door, he had a strange feeling that someone had been in the room.

After some confirmation, Berus strengthened this suspicion.

Someone had been in the room, maybe not a person, but some kind of monitoring robot or something like that, and he thought of the word "thing", and with it the smell of fermented food rising from the bottom of his stomach.