I had no name and no job. I just wandered the streets with my old dog, hoping to find something that would help me pay my rent.
When can the landlady give me more food? I think so. But I was soon kicked out by her and never saw her again.
After leaving the shelter of the landlady, I discovered that the world was far crazier than I imagined. I had a name, and that name did not belong to me.
My life became lively and I met many people I knew well before.
Whose acquaintance?
Anyway, it won't be mine.
Intention: Find your own existence.