There is no sweeping narrative here, only an attempt to gather up thoughts that have suddenly blurred and scattered through my mind. My emotions often drift restlessly against the current, sinking into wistful melancholy one moment, then suddenly letting go the next. There are no dramatic twists, only tiny thoughts as fleeting as mayflies. Sometimes an unbidden sigh escapes, but soon enough everything returns to the ordinary. The writing wanders wherever it pleases, following no rules, filled with hazy, elusive fragments of thought. There is no need to search for some deeper meaning. Just take it as a purposeless daydream, and perhaps you will stumble upon a moment of shared bewilderment.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
