I have nothing to do, but I occasionally feel something. I lean on the table and pick up a pen to write this article.
A small story, a small family, a sad little secret love, a warm and smoky little family.
My world is very small, very small, very small. There are no people who amaze me, and there is no unforgettable love. There is only a trickle of water, and everything comes naturally.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
