Weeds fall in love with wildfires, knowing that they are impossible, or they want to seize the brightest light in life...
Excerpt: The first time I saw her, I became an alien, but I understood that she was also an alien. I was born in the audience, and I imagined that she and I would become black sheep among a group of white sheep, being spurned and targeted, and then falling into the abyss together, licking each other's wounds...
Intention: Just tell a story lightly