I took the time to write it when I was in my senior year of high school. It can be regarded as a little spiritual food in my shitty life, and I dedicate it to the high school years that have passed. Both this behavior and the story itself are quite "rebellious", and my writing style is indeed a bit long-winded and procrastinating, and I am not capable of supporting a "big book", but I still want to use the little "arrogance" I have to write down some of my feelings and thoughts. It is set in a university and tells the story of Mr. Ten and his two or three things. They are all trivial matters, all thoughts, and all youth.
Intention: Counting life in detail and having thousands of thoughts