An Untitled Book from the Capital

Blurb:

In a world that turns and tumbles, where fortunes rise and fall, lives are chaotic and brief. They are no more than desperate ants clinging to life in the gaps between eras, holding fast to their principles, beliefs, love, or resentments. They are strikingly different, laughing and crying as if on a stage, yet also much alike, their hearts linked by a single thread. They cross paths in this disorderly world, bound together. Whose devotion, whose fickle affection, whose indifference has already blown away with the wind and been laid to rest? They witness the splendor, endure hardship, then are swept along by the end times into the next cycle of mortal life. Who will remain? Who will remember? Who will waste their efforts here in vain? In the end, none of it has anything to do with them, and there is no need to bring it up again.

The joys and sorrows, the partings and reunions of a handful of people happen to come together in a fine drama. Just sit back and watch closely. This is a long story, not primarily about love and hate. It may be somewhat mundane and rambling, and it has no ambition to dazzle. It is simply a tale of sorrow, a little something to while away the time before or after a meal.