I am a lonely wandering soul. I come from a public cemetery in the northern suburbs, more than 100 kilometers away from the center of Queshan.
I forget which weekend afternoon, I suddenly woke up.
I tried to wake up the other souls around me, but they were motionless, as if they were dead.
I had forgotten what my name was, and it wasn't written on the tombstone. So, being smart, I looked at the names on the tombstones around me, pieced them together, and came up with my current name—Zhuang Jing.
Well, my name is Zhuang Jing.
Although I don't know what to do with a name, I think everyone has one, so I can't live without it.
A few days ago, on a windy day, I was driven all the way to the center of Queshan City by the wind.
As a wandering soul who can't live in a hotel, I can only live on the roof of other people's houses. Occasionally when it rains, I go to the balcony to take shelter. The roofs here are all sloping, which is perfect for lying down and watching the stars.
Purpose: Embracing the world
