A life where nothing happened, all the possibilities remained possibilities. Is such a useless life even necessary for the development of the human race? Why does one have to live? Does such a thing like unconditional love exists? Why is there always a bigger fish? The protagonist probably cannot answer any of the questions. He seeks rest, if just for a couple of moments...
I used to right this "story" in a piece of paper little by little everyday (some days I forgot).
But the papers were piling up, so I am just gonna archive it here, so someday in the future if I die this remains, somewhere on the internet and gets founded by someone accidentally, and I continue to live (I am very smart). Also if you think I or this story is very pretentious and garbage, it is.
I used to right this "story" in a piece of paper little by little everyday (some days I forgot).
But the papers were piling up, so I am just gonna archive it here, so someday in the future if I die this remains, somewhere on the internet and gets founded by someone ...
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Genre | PhilosophicalSchoolSeinenSlice of LifeTragedy |
Updated | May 11, 2023 |
Chapters | 2 |
Writing Status | Ongoing |
Word Count | 530 |