The Deepest Longing in the Southern Lands

It's a choice: get drunk and lie beneath the city that never sleeps, gazing into my glass at such a wondrous, wanton scene.

Memories fade, and the people of the past are forgotten. Yet I'm still afraid they'll see through me.

In the end, the past is what I despise most.

So I no longer fear being laughed at.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.