i never intended to finish this book. i even struggled in sporadic attempts to do so.
i had my doubts about publishing it because even now i feel it is not complete. but after all, i guess the missing parts are sometimes just like a river that swallows a few branches along its way down...before it hopefully dies into the endless sea...
as time irretrievably flew by, the last remains of snow had melted long before the first morning light...the lightning waned into the early spring horizon, just like the autumn thunder lost in the leaden sea...
...i was about to escape... what has remained from the disarray is this book...
