There was no fanfare.
This article tells the story of a group of idiots who seem to have nothing to do. It is a documentary-like complaint-like segmented novel in which each chapter is not overly closely connected and does not jump in time and space (well, a prose novel without any sense of beauty?). The sentences are relatively long, but I hope readers can achieve excellent lung capacity. There are complaints, there are facial paralysis, there are two people having sex, there are two people with love histories.