Visit the Writer

When I saw the books neatly arranged on the table and smoked, filling the room with the smell of smoke, I filled a glass of wine. From my mouth to my esophagus, I enjoyed this psychedelic feeling. It was similar to some kind of heavenly environment, illusory, ethereal, and people were light and airy. I really don't want to tell you my name. You can call me the narrator or the protagonist. I will never have any objection, because I really don't want to tell you my name. Even, I am not willing to tell you my home address. I may have a glimmer of hope in my heart that you will come to visit me and talk to me. Who knows, that is your business. You can imagine me as a narrator, a friend, a person, or even a writer. If you imagine me as a writer, I will tell you that, in fact, I am not. I am just like you, or even an ordinary person more ordinary than most people. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.