A meadow, somewhere in the world, a summer afternoon that had chaotically wandered into the glow of the sun, a neglected riverbank - these are cursed or enchanted places where the narrator is haunted by crises. There, I felt even deeper and more painfully that I had no place in this world, nothing more than to wander through parks, over dusty, sun-scorched, desolate and wild meadows. It was a wandering that ultimately tore my heart apart. The vagrancy of the youthful protagonist reflects an inner struggle: the torments and excesses of perception in search of reality, of oneself in objects, places, and people. The more ravenously and obsessively he approaches them, the more unreal he becomes, and the more intensely and coldly the world shines for him.