You Have Amnesia, So Why Are You Making Art?

After opening an embarrassing diary from his angsty teenage years, Sun Boxi turns bright red.

Whose diary is it?

This is mortifying!

Of course, that’s not important!

What matters is that the crooked melons are about to arrive!

Huh?

What’s a crooked melon? The diary doesn’t say!

Sun Boxi sinks into his forty-fifth bout of deep contemplation.