Wandering for a Lifetime

I am 25 years old, but I feel that these 25 years have passed like one day. The endless expectations, the tomorrow that cannot come, and all the illusions about tomorrow are like opium, eroding my will, pulling me step by step into the abyss and never being able to climb out. I want to scream out, shout loudly at this city made of reinforced concrete, and tell this city my lofty ambitions that are always set for tomorrow, but they have no life and can't hear my voice... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.