My First Post in the English-Speaking World 2025
My eyes are bloodshot, having sat motionless before this tiny screen for an entire night. Outside the window, the sky is a dull gray, like old cotton wool soaked in water, weighing heavily upon this concrete and steel prison. My fingertips hover above the keyboard, trembling slightly—a sensation heavier than when I once held that “Golden Unparalleled” brush pen. This virtual space is today’s “iron house,” and here I carve its bars with my first words: My First Post in the English-Speaking World 2025 . I must issue my first faint cry toward the unknown English-speaking world from within this “iron house”—how many will hear this cry? Or perhaps it is merely a pebble tossed into a deep pool, unable to stir even a ripple before sinking into the endless torrent of data, never to resurface? At this thought, a cold boulder seems to weigh down my heart, making even breathing difficult. 1. Bloodshot Eyes: The Faint Light and Thorns Beyond the Iron House Why have eyes bloodshot with fatigu...