If my experience were expressed in a movie, it could be shot like this:
There are only black and white shots, pulled down from the gray sky. The light was dimmed, and the items on the ground were only vaguely visible.
The camera zooms in, then closer, to a close-up. It can be seen that there are piles of things like mountains, which are all garbage, and the garbage pile is shaking, and someone is getting out.
Yes, I got out.
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The reason I started it was because I had nothing to do on the train, and the reason I continued it was because I wanted to write what I thought was Meteor Street.
I have always wanted to say this, from being dumb at the beginning to beating up enemies, so why not just write an article about it. Do nothing but write about Meteor Street.
Note: What the protagonist sees so far is the inexplicable garbage heap he saw, which does not represent the Meteor Street in my mind.
Discussions are welcome at any time, and any praise or criticism is fine.
Another thing: the so-called records include writing down everything from eating, drinking, sleeping, having a fever and vomiting when you are sick. Enter with caution.