"How many days have I lost? How can I get back to the place where I started? I'm outside a house, trying to find my way in, but it's locked and the blinds are down, and I've lost the key, and I can't remember what the rooms look like or where I put anything. And if I dare go inside, I wonder, will I ever be able to find my way out?"
And her words kept running in my head again and again.  These are exactly what I am feeling now..the words are exactly what I wanted to tell someone.

In the same movie, Catherin's father, a genius mathematics, wrote the following theory in his notebook

"Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X. Let X equal the cold. It is cold in December. The months of cold equal November through February. There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature. In February it snows. In March the lake is a lake of ice. In September the students come back and the bookstores are full. Let X equal the month of full bookstores. The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four. I will never be as cold now as I will in the future. The future of cold is infinite. The future of heat is the future of cold. The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September..."

It was too good and it made me want to tell and share with someone.

The summer is coming again, and I am still wandering outside the house.  Or, probably I am walking around inside the house and finding my way out.