In the bookstore, I found an old man writing and writing until one day I approached to see what it was about. When I was close to him, he decided to stand up, and without turning back, he just left his book there on the table. I approached to see what it was about, and with just a slight touch, I was drawn into the book.

While I'm here inside, I see how the things that happen to me never repeat themselves. Each day that I spend here is something totally different from the other. Gradually, I began to forget that I don't even belong to this story.