Our discomfort with happiness often stems from the fact that we always want to enshrine it into poetry, but forget that it is originally a vegetable and a meal, the temperature in the palm of our hands, the silence after an argument, and the relieved sigh in trivial daily life. When we no longer pay attention to happiness, happiness will notice us. This is a story about the gentle collision between an idealist and the gravity of the times. It does not try to cure anyone's "happiness malaise", but calmly presents: after the "virtual" of literature and the "real" of life violently collide, how those remaining, but more tenacious, beliefs take root again on a specific land.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
