Life, Once Again!

- You haven't heard a word.

The man in the mask said,

- I've had a few run-ins. You have one. One surrogate, just close your eyes. Let's just skip this one. If I thought that was just a rope to tighten my neck, I would have stayed put. I don't know if it's coming or faith or justice, or maybe it's coming out of the gutter of my youth, and I just think about it. Oh, I threw myself in the gutter.

It could have been that the life of a tie that was just bored with looking at the weekends, looking forward to a month's salary, looking forward to a promotion, and lasting a year. If the boss's son had eaten the last penny and swallowed it down his throat, he would still be wrestling with numbers instead of the bus steering wheel. As a result, I got a chance to live again thanks to my resignation at the time.

- But you were glad when the chairman's son got retired, weren't you? He punched me in the face.

- How do you know that?

- We're sharing a memory.

- That's not fair. I don't know anything about you.

- When was the world ever fair?

I burst into laughter as the man said.

- Right, right. The world was never fair. I said something stupid for a second.

The floor stole the entrance with its palm. The man secretly liked the mask, which was all I had to face a few times. I remembered the time to eat and drink briquette-baked pork belly and oil floating soju with my best friend who I could communicate with and talk about the world. Liberation of unbroken conversations and the unparalleled laughter.

- I was supposed to get a criminal conviction, not a retirement. I was too scared to go there. I was a bad father when I look back on him. There's a family member who needs to be fed at home, and they exploded without being able to stand it. Maybe the boss should have stuck to the irons when he didn't fix the sign. Even when your friend retired and offered to introduce you to a bus reporter, things might have changed if you had stayed bad.

- Do you regret coming back to life?

I've had my chance and you won't regret it. It's just a shame. I'm sorry. I'm sorry again. You know, my wife is living alone in the world where I died. Fortunately, I don't think it will be economically difficult to get life insurance.

- No children?

- Son? A child. Turns out there was no child.

- It's unusual that there were no children at 45. Were you afraid to have a baby?

- It's not like that. It just came out of nowhere. Isn't it common to have a kid late at home when you're being chased for a living?

- Forty-five is a long time.

- Yeah, but...

- Why didn't you have a baby?

- Why are you so curious?

- There's a reason I'm curious. I'm curious because I don't know. At that age, he usually increases family ties so much that he says he won't divorce because of his child. Was she reluctant?

- It's not like that.

- Then you have a problem. If you wanted to get pregnant and you kept having difficulties, you might have to suspect azoospermia.

The floor stares at the man in the mask. I could see the face of the man smiling under the plastic texture mask.

- You said you'd share a memory with me. Why there was no child.

- Sharing memories doesn't mean you know everything.

- That's weird. I know the company pretty well, but I don't know why I didn't have kids, so I don't know what to do. You know what I'm thinking?

- You think you're joking.

- I see you have a similar mind to mine. Did you take a peek at her memory?

- You don't know that.

- I'm curious about my family, or my children. I can feel the persistence.

- I can't help it if I have questions.

- Metaphorically speaking. Why I didn't have a child. Forty-five meals and why I didn't see him.

- Well, it's not my job, it's yours.

- What do I do?

- Don't listen to him, think about it. Why there was no child. No, why do you believe there is no child?

- That's a strange bird. I don't believe in no children, I don't believe in no children. I don't believe that there is no child that doesn't exist. It means that there is nothing to believe and do, because he was never there.

- Do you really think so?

What kind of a friend you have in mind. I was completely mistaken. The man in front of me was a mud man. I couldn't fall because I was squirming. If you want to rinse everything off with clean water, like the mud that remains behind your ears and under your armpits. What do they want an answer to? This mysterious man in a mask, what is he trying to get out of this conversation? In order to solve the question, we need to know who this man is.

- Let me ask you a question. What the hell are you? Or did you just get hit by someone? Why are you doing that inside me?

- He only asks three questions.

- It's the same context. Let's stick together.

- I don't like hands-on negotiations.

- That logic doesn't show you any self-destructive bargaining chips, and you can't even dig up a skewer. Don't you think?

- You really haven't changed your temper.

- I'm literally gonna wrap it up and ship it to you.

- You hear that a lot, don't you?

- Only you?

The floor plugs one nostril with its thumb and loosens its nose. A habit that I had forgotten suddenly popped out. His tone, his appearance, and the 45 year old self appear unfiltered in here. What does this secret stage inside mean? Where did he come from, and what does he live here for? It was definitely related to the resurrection, but there was no reason for its existence. What did God intend to do with a house and a grumpy neighbor? It would have been nice to be a thankful member of the military. Neighbors were not happy with the ability to scratch people in their tentacles.

- What the hell are you? I don't want to just pop out of my dreams, and I want to live in my own life.

- Guess what.

- You're being sarcastic? If that's the case, he's a very narrow man.

- You're feeling a little overwhelmed because the conversation didn't work out?

The floor smiles bitterly. The opposing Pokémon seems to have nothing to lose. I only asked questions when I asked about my child, and since then I've been making jokes. We have no choice but to change the operation. Since your ego is strong and you seem knowledgeable, why don't you talk some nonsense and gently scratch your opponent's temper to get some answers.

- Is it the ghost of the rumored Chungmuro? You said you couldn't get out, you couldn't make it to the theater, you couldn't make it to the actors.

- Is that what it looks like?

- Or not, but why do I look like that? Covering your face means you want to hide something, and hiding it usually means doing something untoward. It's certainly not easy living and dying in someone else's body.

- A life of dreaming and dreaming is not irresponsible, except for a man who quit his company because he couldn't overcome a brief insult.

- You're not gonna tell me the whole story?

- There's nothing to sleep on. It's just that you don't recognize it.

- I don't recognize you? What do you mean?

- If we were in a position to brag about it, none of this would have happened. Let's stop exploring meaningless things. They don't lose easily to each other.

- I can see your appetite isn't good enough. I'm not the one who can't beat a horse anywhere. Don't get me wrong. It's a compliment.

- Of course I'm happy.

- Of course.

The masked man laughed once. The smile was also an overwhelming answer.

- You look just like me.

The floor threw a word.

- No, you're just like me.

The masked man was beaten.

- We'll put off talking later, but this is important, isn't it? What to do about acting in the future.

Now we can finally have a useful conversation. The floor loosens its eyes. The previous story was well packed in a bag and pushed into a corner. It was time to write constructive content on a clean whiteboard.

- It's a little unusual right now. I only open my eyes when you're acting.

- Are you usually asleep?

- More of a stunner than a good night's sleep. They can't hear, they can't see, they can't feel. You're trapped in a time when it stops, and the moment you get caught up in the smoke, you barely wake up.

- Why didn't you answer me when I talked to you before?

- I told you, this is an unusual situation. We're not supposed to meet, we're not supposed to talk. Such a relationship that is symbiotic and helps each other, but cannot ascertain each other's will. It's basically a tool. A speechless tool.

- But you can talk now? Is my enthusiasm working?

I don't know why I'm having this conversation, to be honest. It's very rare.

- Extremely rare means it's been here before?

- And don't dig so sharply. For now, you should focus on your work and your work. because we don't know how long this is going to last.

The ceiling of the stage begins to crack, frightening to the end of the mask's words. The crack, which was as thin as hair, eventually turned into a thick rupture as if it were slipping away. A bright light seeps into the crack. It was a warm light, as opposed to a dark stage. Don't stay in that grim place any longer, someone seemed to say so. The floor sees the masked man. Is this guy good or bad? Is it profitable or not? Is it harmful or beneficial?

- Guess it's time to break up.

It was a man who slowly turned away with a pity. The light that flowed from the ceiling slowly changed into the shape of a hand, pulling the shoulder and arm of the floor gently. Come the right way, someone hit you in the head.

As soon as I heard that, the floor grabbed the man's shoulder as he reached out his hand roughly. The man looks back in surprise.

- I'll see you later. Let's shake hands.

Strengthens the pulling power. The hand of light doesn't seem happy to hang out with the masked man. The floor stretches out its hand to the end, resisting its power. The man stands dumbfounded and grabs his hand tightly.

- I'll see you soon.

- Come on, asshole.

- You're an asshole, too.

My eyes opened as I waved my hands up and down vigorously. You see a monitor in hibernation and an open book. It was dark outside the window and the clock was pointing to 2: 00 in the morning.

“I don't like this fellow. ”

The floor looks down at its right hand. At the last moment, there was still a strong grip. Unlike a rough hand and a crisp body, the hand was a hand that knew labor. It was a hand just like this one.

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Liar.

I told you it would rain.

Weather man, you said it was a front.

I never thought I'd screw you for five days straight.

You said 80% rainfall.

I thought you said.

You said!!!

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Duh!

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Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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