If you were thrown into a vacuum room now with no internet and no acquaintances, deprived of your ID card, diploma, property deed, and bank card, and only allowed to say one sentence to introduce yourself, what would you say?

You would find that you suddenly become speechless.

In daily life, you are a senior manager at a major company, a graduate of a prestigious university, a “middle class” in a first-tier city, a witness to the “rise of a great nation,” a thinker on "human destiny."

You are used to starting with “our industry,” “our country,” “our era.” But what about “you”? That “I” after removing “we,” that naked life stripped of all social ornamentation—who exactly is that?

We are living in an era of “oversized grand narratives, collapsing individual stories.”

We are passionate about discussing international situations, industry trends, and the tide of history, but we turn a blind eye to why we couldn’t sleep last night, what we ate for breakfast today, or what our true fears are at this moment.

Like a group of exquisite hollow people, their shells are painted with totems of the times, but inside they are filled with straw. We must beware of that kind of “collective euphoria.”