Pure, simple, egoistic, nihilistic but also sincere love.
It's me, the elusive youth; it's me, the days of luck and longing; it's me, the courageous self who wanders through sorrow and joy; it's me, the self rich in contradictions. The collision of reality and dreams is my growth experience bit by bit, and the past events that I still miss. Ten million of you and me, ten million of myself, are me, not quite me, but still me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
