Man, 'Junk of Heart' hit me like a freight train when I first stumbled upon it. The story follows Riku, a high schooler drowning in existential dread after his girlfriend's suicide. He starts collecting 'junk'—random discarded objects—believing they hold fragments of people's souls. It's this weirdly poetic metaphor for how grief clings to us. The manga spirals into surreal territory when Riku meets a girl who claims to be made entirely of junk, blurring lines between reality and delusion.
What really got me was the art style—scratchy, chaotic, like the protagonist's psyche. It's not your typical romance or even a straightforward drama. There are moments where you question if any of it's real, especially when Riku's hallucinations start interacting with his daily life. The ending? No spoilers, but it left me staring at my ceiling for hours. Definitely one of those stories that lingers like a stain.