I recognize you and will always remember you.
Even thirty years later, when the behemoth of capital flattens the entire city, I can still recognize you from the bitterness of the soil and ruins.
Love? Redemption? It's not important anymore. I can't see clearly what this connection means.
I just remember that I want to dedicate my personality, both spiritual and material, to you.
Dedicating myself to you is my value and my meaning.
The intention: to develop and peel off the soul on the ruins of power. Invasion, possession, stripping off the cloak of society, the purest love of "self". (Double heroine qs literature, and Duras-style spiritual detachment)
