Me and this world are, as always, just as usual, with little changes from time to time. Nothing major happens, only trivial things that are bound to happen, but no matter what...
So there's no such thing as something being bound to happen. There's only what we've grown accustomed to. Still, as a matter of course, the world keeps turning today.
Probably some kind of strange, fantastical coming-of-age documentary story (not really). I've been told it reads more like an essay than a novel. I like Nisio-style dialogue, and the story is simple: all rational thought is a lie.
