Salt is the soul, pepper is the life. Those who look back become pillars of salt, and those who guard become pepper shakers. A person goes back in time, dealing with reason and sin, and reaches his own fresh wounds.
(I just want to write a story full of obscurity, filth, but joy and elegance. Multi-line narrative, group portraits, and fate. Run away...)
Intention: Keep a line in everything so that we can meet again in the future.
