The foreigner feels lost in the local festive atmosphere. It's like the wedding night of an arranged marriage, not wanting to appear indifferent, but feeling both warm and awkward. They keep wanting to look up at the sky, because only there is there no atmosphere.
"As long as I get through this day, everything will calm down."
My mom called me, but I missed it. Luckily, I didn't answer. I haven't washed my hair or taken a shower, and the lights in my room are all off. Empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere. No matter how you look at it, it would make parents feel a little heartbroken. Actually, it's just a stress response from being too busy lately. There are so many deadlines approaching at once, and they are all things that are difficult for me, so I have no motivation at all. I watched DWC and laughed to death, read a leisure book - Yoshie Araki's innocent autobiography, listened to a recording of a conversation with a friend from ten years ago. As I felt the deadline approaching little by little, I felt time flying over my head, and I felt that time had passed. And the atmosphere around me is so intimidatingly warm.
At this moment, it is safest not to be seen. Keep going!