Concept of Creation

I often feel that all the pets are the silent witnesses at home.

They watch lovers fight and all the actions they are about to take, out of love or hatred. Nothing escapes their eyes, they record everything quietly and when lovers separate as they are destined to, the pets preserve the last records for them.

Story

His hangover from last night had left him with a terrific headache. He couldn't sleep, and fragmented dreams exposed sealed memory.

After waking up, he dressed and ran into the street. Following a fading memory from his dreams, he was chasing a moving room under the faint streetlights.

From his dreams, he suddenly understood the reason the many failures in his life. The reason was simple. It was that mysterious room, the office of evil city planners. In his dreams, he knew that in his early days, the city planners had rezoned for farm usage the area around his childhood house, where all his toys and comic books were stored.  As a result, twenty-five years ago, during the monsoon season, a conspiracy of five dredgers buried these precious objects forever in a remote suburban field. Furthermore, the reason for the alienation between him and his father was due to the city planners' plot that re-registered his family home as an orphanage. The thing that angered him most was that, they re-structured the commercial zone and mass transit system routes, so that until a week ago, he and his soul mate had to meet each other in front of a newsstand.

 In the middle of night, he struggled with the deliberately misplaced street signs and mischievously planned dead ends. Finally, at a cross road, he saw a house number-plate being born away by a cockroach towards the sewer. In the darkness, he could see the window of the city planner's office. Although it was covered with thick drapes, the strong smell of cigarettes and murmuring voices still leaked out, clinging to a cheaply constructed concrete wall, and disturbed by the headlights of passing cars. He climbed over the wall, stepped on a giant sleeping black dog. When the dog inhaled, he used it as a boost to climb into the window. He held the fruit knife firmly in front of his chest, ready to drive it into the city planners' back, which was protected by thick gray clothes. However, to his astonishment, he found himself inside a huge room, a twenty-four hour fully automatic printing factory controlled by computers. Millions of phone books were printed from a continuous production line by gigantic high-speed printers. Suddenly, it came to him.  She was the one -- the conspirator among the evil city planners in his dream whose name he couldn't recall.  She had been secretly distributing these phone books, with his misspelled name to the entire world.