The Human Society and the Indifferent Young Man

The lingering memories of existence are slipping away with the mottled thoughts. Disappearing bit by bit is the constant pain of the human world. We let our thoughts run wild, or we give our thoughts to others. I can't understand the vastness, I can't see through the things in front of me, I can't touch the passing emptiness, it's just like this that I am driven by human nature. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.