Waking up today, I still haven’t quite adjusted to the bustling sounds of the big city—the honking cars and the chaos of traffic jams. The past two weeks felt like a dream, with cool, gentle breezes, buses rushing by, and learning how to coexist with others while overcoming the fear of pain from relationships. And, of course, there’s no church bell here to chime the passing hours during class.
Personally, I see the falling leaves of this season not as an end, but as a beginning—an extraordinary path, much like Alice in Wonderland (inspired by the real-life figure of Oxford). No matter how fast or slow time seems to move, when we value it, every moment becomes meaningful.
@All, thank you for being the pages of each other’s Wonderland.
