Carpet of Flower

In the winter of 2005, he is living alone in a cold and wet Southern city.Though not really far away from home he loses control of himself like a vagabond.For most people he is humorous, fun and easy to laugh.He indulges in neurotic shopping spree and gluttony.He loves night life and loud music.He cannot stand silence.Silence is too embarrassing.He drinks one cup of milk coffee after another: his nerve needs stimulation but his stomach needs not.He is almost drunk with cigarettes.On one deep night he whimpers to this mother over the phone.I know you'll worry about me but I'm already tired.After some experience I know the irrelevance and triviality of sentimental bridge plots in the movies.After forgiving things I understand there is no need to fear betrayal and lie.