“I tried to become a string that could pluck time.”
“But I was powerless.”
“I am a cold, orderly black numeral on a clock.”
The drama of a puppet on strings, and a life that refuses to be defined.
A story about rural family life. The plot is understated; it is neither farming fiction nor a power fantasy, and has no romance.
It's very well written. I wonder if there are any fragments of the author's personal experience or narrations from friends. Although the story is very plain, rough and plain life is life. It's a little neurotic, but it can be seen that it is the life of ordinary people. Keep up the hard work and come on! [Like][Like]
It's very well written. I wonder if there are any fragments of the author's personal experience or narrations from friends. Although the story is very plain, rough and plain life is life. It's a little neurotic, but it can be seen that it is the life of ordinary people. Keep up the hard work and come on! [Like][Like]