The feeling of being unable to sleep, as well as the feeling of being overwhelmed, often allows me to continue to live happily. The most fascinating things always happen when you can't sleep or can't bear it—— Create a cosmic explosion of countless planets.A human revolution loaded with countless dreams. A vaccine has finally been found.Finally an unstoppable ejaculation. A kiss for no reason.A book for which there is no telling. A smile that makes you believe everything.A tear that makes you give up everything. Speaking of it, they are all troublesome things, but they are also the reasons why we are willing to live in this world.

Even so, after all, there are still many people who can sleep forever and can endure it forever. Is it possible to be fascinated by this kind of sleepable and bearable life? Because I haven't experienced it, I can only say: "I don't know." I have no interest in knowing. The person who regards being able to sleep as a goal in life will not be the person who reads this book. us. Knowing that the nostrils can never be finished digging, and the bath can never be washed can not play us. We who know how embarrassing it is to have sex and how embarrassing it is to have children.

We know: every time we can't fall asleep, every time we can't stand it, we secretly and a little closer to that happiness. Because we openly share a life's secret, we all covet our privilege of being unable to sleep, our gift of being unbearable. We vigorously waved the semaphore calling for happiness to each other, by cutting our double eyelids, by racing cars, by buying clothes like crazy, by breaking double condoms, by eating only vegetables and not meat , by only smoking marijuana, by having a fourth child, by writing a book. They are all semaphores calling for happiness.

Those who cannot sleep.