Can't tell when it would end, couldn't recall when it began. Chapter 1. Guitar and death. The air was humid and sour as she made her way down the street, it was may 25th, the date meant nothing special to her but she felt like it should. She had just spent hours reading through 1Q84, the world with little people and two moons, she liked how the author described and narrated everything in a cool, logical tone. Every time she finished a book she would sit down and write, the tone of the book would linger. She was afraid of dying, and that fear of death made her existence even more terrifying, it was like a black hole pulling her in and the emptiness would go on forever. But right now the world was loud and crowded, she wondered why is it that people had to talk so much, pounding words into her ears, words all tangled together and so high pitched that it made her grimace. She had decided a week ago that if things got better she would want a guitar for her birthday, and she had found one, a folk guitar, made out of a light colored wood with some patterns painted onto it. The shop keeper had recommended classical guitars for beginners, and indeed it was easier on her fingers, but she always opted for the cheaper choice and so far that was the "Mingyao" guitar, with the shop keeper's help she finally knew what "folk" was in Chinese. If things didn't get better, she decided she wanted to die, to be more precise she wanted the courage to die, because fear can always erase whatever desire or sense you have left. But yet she knew she wouldn't do it, she was hoping to force things to change by giving a deadline, to whom she did not know, God? Fate? Chance? Whoever was responsible for starting everything, and it did seem pretty funny to threaten something so powerful with her death to change her #life. A group of gamblers gathered under a tree, shouting and laughing enthusiastically while seeking refuge from the sun, a policeman patrolled lazily in another direction. It was one of things that changed since she got here, there were policemen everywhere, at every bus stop, major shopping malls, even each fast-food restaurant had it's own police. "Maybe it's a communist thing" she thought to herself, and it pressured her. But she found the convenience of it, there was always someone to ask for directions, and she felt safer when going home. It stayed hot all day and the people started pouring in after noon. Her mother called and together they picked out a guitar that costed 263 yuan, ridding her threat and reason to die. May 25, she knew now why it was special (to be continued) I had to take a break from writing windows and plan it out, so this is a new story that I started! It will be less puzzling and setted in the modern world will slowly update both