Life, Once Again!

Results from inferences are always probable. Possibly right and possibly wrong. True or false, if you have a definite token, you can plan more closely, but you can only move in such a large category as it is impossible. The most important thing to care about at this point is the evaporation of memory. As long as we can figure out which parts are being erased and at which point they are disappearing, we should be able to deal with them.

‘But that's a problem because it doesn't work. ’

The floor looks at the trembling right hand. After a glimpse of the busy conch and relief, you give your right hand a second hold of the pen. What you're trying to do is simple. Organizing memories of your past life into a few words. It was a simple and abstract task, but even God would not allow it. If my consciousness worked a little, and I tried to leave a record of my past life, my body would reject me with all my heart. My right arm was trembling like a tremor patient, so I couldn't even write "B" for "memory." It is a fact I have known for a long time. It's impossible to record a dying past.

If it had been before the personality change, I thought the loss of memory would be acceptable as a penalty for reincarnation, but I couldn't take it lightly after experiencing the personality effects. I tried to leave the smallest records, the information I needed to stay on one floor, but the evil god wouldn't let me. No action could be initiated with the intention of preserving records. I thought maybe I changed the tools, but so did I. Computers, cell phones, electronic dictionaries. I did not even tolerate writing on the sand floor of the playground where the wind blew.

A petty god, the floor mutters with plenty of human cunning.

“Even this is meaningless if it's gone clean. ”

The floor saw the corner of the script that was messed up with unwritten writing. Even if you could write it down as a record, you wouldn't feel anything if you saw it after your memory was wiped. For example, if you write down a meaningful moment in your previous life, you will think this when you see it. What kind of novel is this?

What's the point of information disappearing when I can see the truth? The floor kicks its tongue and puts the pen down. God is smart. Even if you succeed in remembering the past in a way that is unimaginable, the document becomes a place for others as soon as the memory is taken away. As long as I see the article that has changed, it will not be possible to get the same emotion.

Is there any way to avoid God's surveillance? I tried for a moment, but I gave up. I don't know about Almighty, but there's nothing a mortal can do for the transcendent who brought the dead back to life.

The floor pulls out its wallet. I opened a half-folded wallet and took out a card inside. Tarot card with creased middle. You look closely at the clown standing at the end of the stage, wearing a mask and tie. For some reason, I carried this card around like a amulet. Like a receipt, he was destined to be thrown away in his wallet for days, but he keeps holding it strangely.

When he first showed Taro's card to Daegu, he did this. Challenges and adventures. I've experienced the existence of God, but I don't think I believe in omens. I don't believe it, but I think it makes sense. I thought maybe it was God's Tip to Adventure and Challenge.

However, after the fall, Taro Card's will was completely different from what they had told us.

“Foolishness knows nothing. Ignorance.”

About me now, the floor looked at the man in the card. I can feel the man inside the card looking at me. I feel strange. I feel very familiar with the man in the picture who needs to be unfamiliar. Of course, you may be familiar with it because you saw it in a dream a few years ago. But what I was feeling was something different. I feel like I just met someone on the street a few days ago.

Maybe I saw it in a dream, when the floor turned the tarot card upside down.

“I'm ready. And what's that? ”

Tarot cards. ”

“Do you believe that? ”

“Trusted, to be honest. I'm not a zealous believer. ”

“I'm just going to show you something really unexpected today. I never thought you'd believe that. ”

“Why?”

“I feel it. No, it's my usual behavior. When someone tells you there's a god, you tell them to bring him to you. ”

The conch looks a little bored. The floor smiled and put the tarot card in his wallet.

“That's too bad. I believe in God, too. ”

“Really? You go to church? Or me? I don't think it's a church at all. ”

“It's similar to a circulation, so it's close to bowing down. ”

“Fair?”

Conch opens her eyes, poking at relief and chattering. Even the heavy-eyed relief looks this way with its eyes wide open. Is that what you want to talk about? The floor took his wallet and phone out of his pocket, put them on his desk, and walked next to them with a script.

“Are you going to shoot? ”

“Yes. We should go in. But are you really Buddhist? I think I saw you eating meat. ”

“There are many factions in Buddhism. And I'm not Buddhist. ”

“You said Buddhism. ”

“I told you I believed in morality, not Buddhism. Yun, I believe in reincarnation very well. Like a Cultist.”

“You know what's really weird today, right? Can't we just do it like before? You keep saying that with a smile, and I feel like I did something wrong. Just like when I first showed you the scenario, like this, look at it with these eyes. ”

Conch tugs the tail of both eyes with his hands. The floor smiles brightly as if to see. The conch sighs while making a stupefied expression.

“I'm going in for a shoot. ”

Sora moved to her laptop. The floor sits on a chair with a script. The actor who was waiting across the street came and sat in front of him.

“Ho-chul, feel comfortable playing. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“Are you nervous again today? ”

“Joe, a little bit. ”

“Tension is not something you can control, so when you're nervous, just do as you're nervous. You don't have to be nervous, it just gets more urgent. If you do, you'll get dumber at some point. You can pay a lot of NG. It's weird not to pay. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

The junior in the transfer role looks forward with her face closed. Today is the day that always gets caught in the corner and is centered in the frame. When the protagonist who was his only friend ignores him and turns away, he should express his despair.

Conch placed a fairly difficult spell on his subordinate. I'm asking you to act out your condensed emotions. The most effective way to express anger is to postpone the appearance of anger. When you call out the name of a particular target while breaking things around you, yelling, and smashing them, you feel angry no matter who sees it. Cows wanted to act to express without expressing such enthusiasm. The so-called eye smoke. Of course, eye smoke doesn't just act on the movements of the eyes. Use fine facial muscles to describe the psychological state of the character at work with minimal movement.

Quite a difficult smoke, the floor shoveled after holding the shoulders of the back as hard as it could. Sora, who instructed the acting class members, pulled her chin slightly, said.

“Please stand by each of you in your positions. The camera will go on as we practiced a little while ago. This area is decorative, so please pay attention to it. More fun and active than ever. Okay?”

The actors slowly nodded.

“And Ho-cheol. I got to tell you, I made up my mind today. I'm gonna do it a few more times. So don't sweat it. ”

“Don't worry. ”

He replied diligently.

The floor closed its eyes slightly and drew an image.

A child who got away from bullying and regained his normalcy. The sentiment is indescribable. Until a few days ago, the gray streets were covered in color, and the rice that was eating like a grain of sand tasted like nothing compared to any other flavor. There is only one location that has changed, but it has changed my life and my lifestyle.

The taste of friendship for the first time is so sweet that I don't want to miss it. When I didn't know it, I gave up easily, pretending that I was far from myself, but after falling into the category of ’normal', I was more afraid of falling from that position than dying. The room of contempt, contempt, and ignorance was filled with joy. Authority, in a certain sense, is something you never miss. There is a gateway to maintaining that life.

It is to make food. To strengthen the alliance of the group, you must make an enemy. A lesser enemy to play with because he is weak. I make a new student today who was my only friend until a few days ago who was a bully. It's not guilt. I feel very sorry for the fear. But it is my misfortune that I cannot endure more than my friend's despair.

The floor took a deep breath. Character refinement has ended long ago. All that's left is to throw that character at me.

I dug deep. The noise in the surrounding area is getting further away and you see another floor that is inside. He doesn't usually feel it, but when he enters the smoke, he always sprinkles an overwhelming presence and asks him to show himself to the front.

Stage?

The floor was able to see the stage that came to mind. Before, it was just a vague form of self floating in darkness, but now I see another me standing on a thriving stage.

It was a strange experience. It was so vivid that it felt real. I don't know if I can talk to him. At some point, the floor realizes it's on the stage. There's another me, not less than three meters away. His face did not appear to be obscured by the dark shadow, but that country felt intense.

Hey, I talked to him. But there are no other reactions. I wonder how many seconds went by. Standing across the street, I reach out my hand. The floor looks at his hand and gives out the script he was holding. I had a lot of doubts about when I was holding the script, how I didn't need to imagine it, and how I could know what I wanted without saying it, but even then it disappeared like snow. Whether I receive the script or not, I smile satisfactorily. I laughed at the floor with a smile.

I don't know why, but I feel like the streets are closing. Before, that self felt like a beast that could not be tamed. I'm acting on the necklace of reason, but I feel like I can't control it completely, so I'm always in a mood to suppress it. If reason flashes behind you and you want to smoke too much, stop it quickly and go ahead instead. So far there has been no problem in that way. But there was a sense of confusion. In acting with Ahn Ju-hyun, the floor lifted the burden of the acting self. The results were compliments of the staff.

I could show you a better acting if I had more complete control, but I was thinking about it, and I just laughed, and I realized the premise was wrong.

I didn't have to control it. It was called another country, but it was always defined as someone else. It was hard to feel intimate with the self who only shows his face when acting.

In addition, as there was one body, I couldn't help but care about the conflict of the one self that would be in the bay. Obviously, the subject of the great injury, ignoring the dangers of another entity that exists inside, has already been covered with many stories. I couldn't help but think about my self-divide.

But the moment I saw another me smiling happily with my previous script, I knew for a moment that he wasn't the target of vigilance.

Rationale?

There is no such thing. Funny thing is, it's just a hunch and a hunch. Ordinarily, I would never trust it, but now I have a strange belief.

Like a friend you've known for a very long time.

'Well, that's me, too.'

Another person standing in the center of the stage with a script illuminates me. The floor opened up a script that was overheard.

Like a director with the best actors in front of him.

“Sunbae! I'm going in. ”

“Yes."

The floor opens its eyes.

And he also opened his eyes.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

I've been to density.

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I'll come back tonight and tell you!

See you between 12: 00 and 1: 00!