Kurgusunu Arayan Adam

“Yes, that’s me. The man. The Adam. The man passing in the background, the man in the crowd, the third police officer man, the electrician man, the firefighter man, the driver man… The man. All your plots revolve around me, yet I have no plot of my own. I’m going to search for my plot.”
A riddle woven among mafias, white collars, street punks, cowboys, gamblers, poets, glue-sniffers, fish, seagulls, cats, and shadows… What is plot? Where can it be found? Does plot come first, or the story, or the character? And if we find one, will the others follow?
“Yes! Yes! That’s me. The man who exists in every novel, yet belongs to none.”