I don’t understand people today. At times, I feel as if I don’t even understand the world we live in—everything is rushed, loud, and shallow. Even when I imagine those “time travelers,” I would tell myself that I have arrived from the 18th century: from an era when respect was a value, manners a daily custom, and silence a space where thoughts and feelings were cherished. This world is too fast for me; perhaps it holds its own charm and depth, but it is clear—I do not belong to it.