经历起伏不断的一天之后终于躺在酒店床上，翻邮件，看见一封去年6月份的邮件，23年我离开美国时送我小恐龙玩偶，在我刚到美国嘴里只能蹦单词的时候开始跟我聊了一整年的教授发的，问我上一个给她看剧本的项目怎么样，最近好不好。
重庆下了一整天的雨，我听着雨窝在床上开始慢慢打字，好久没有用英文写信的欲望了，也可能太久没写，写得实在慢。23年之后我们就保持着几乎半年到一年发一回邮件的节奏，节奏主要取决于我回消息的速度。但她写的短，我写的长。从2025年写到2026年，写我拍了电影，写我在实践中和专业创作者合作的心得，写我今天的跌宕起伏与狼狈…

最后一段我写：
That’s more or less everything.

I graduated in the summer of 2025, and I also shot my first film that same summer. Now it’s been a year, and I feel like the older I get, the less I feel the urge to express myself. The world feels so noisy—everyone is constantly arguing.

I used to think I was always discovering some kind of truth about the world, but now I’m starting to feel that maybe there isn’t really any “truth” at all.

At the same time, I really don’t want to be thrown into that noisy world, especially as a symbol. But I’m also slowly realizing that no one has any obligation to truly see you. So anyone who is willing to listen to me is really precious. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Thank you for still listening to me.

写完已经是凌晨了，发过去后发现已经是6月26日，距离她发我的邮件刚好过去了一整年。漫无边际地想到——现在是不是美国期末周刚结束的时间？而后突然意识到不是，是期末周结束了一个月的时间。
是在一个安静的夏天里的某一天，被想起的。