I often wonder what kind of future awaits us.
As our world grows older...
Everything feels less and less stable.
Despite being more connected than ever before...
We can no longer reach each other, even when we desperately wish to be heard, to be understood.
I've struggled a lot with this feeling.
Feeling like my work is meaningless.
Maybe, just maybe...
The fact you made it this far means you feel the same longing as I do.
Can you hear me now?
I can hear you.