wtfsoriginality?

I often wonder whether there is even an inch of originality left in mankind.




It looks a little bit like this.




I really want to visit places like Chongqing and Nanjinguan, before The Three Gorges flood them up forever by this year.

Dad told me that “It is too late”.

Everything I do, or want to do is always “too late”. I might as well just give up.




You know? I could be that imaginary character who never actually existed.