Life, Once Again!

- I've become a pretty good actor. When my daughter was six years old, the movie performed well, and shortly after that, the scenario came to life as an agency. Isn't it amazing that you can choose a scenario? I wanted to get into the work right away, but when I saw my daughter begging me to play, I realized that she was an indifferent person. I was told to row when the water came in, but I rested for about a year because I couldn't make memories with my younger daughter unless it was now. I was not insecure because I had confidence in my skills. I had a very busy year. I took my wife and daughter everywhere. Mountains, lads, the sea. I've heard all about domestic attractions. I can still visualize that moment. I'll never forget her smile.

The man stares at his hands, his fists clenched.

- Everything was going smoothly. We negotiated a scenario that we liked, and we signed up for a higher level of Guerranti. I went straight out like a pear in a pear breeze. When I was filled with the idea that there was no obstruction, that waiting was just happiness, the accident hit me without any precedent.

“An accident?”

- It was a car accident, which is kind of a comedy movie, but I bought beer with my wife at the convenience store that day. Strawberry milk. I left to say goodbye to the part-time student who said goodbye to the envelope. And I got hit by a car. Bumper hit my thigh. I was wedged between the convenience store staircase and the bumper, and my torso was stuck in the bonnet. I didn't feel anything, actually. because when the first conflict happened, the consciousness had already flew away. Just before I died, I saw beer and milk flying up to the floor and bursting. That way, the man's life would be lost. I didn't know later, but it wasn't the driver's fault. They say it was a mechanical glitch. I got in a car parked in front of the other building, and I tried to get on the U-turn, and it didn't slow down.

“Bad luck. ”

No, maybe he was too lucky. because it was a whole lifetime of getting on and off the stage. There was no anonymous period. There was no failed work. It may have been a one-time trial for a man with a lovely wife and daughter. Someone told you. The total amount of happiness and misery is the same.

“Do you know what happened to the rest of your family? ”

- I can't tell you that. I wanted to tell you, but when I said it, something very dangerous was going to happen. I still have eyes on me. I'm just watching for it to be an anomaly, but if I say something I can't say, I won't forgive it.

“You mean the god with the fierce eyes. God gave me a chance to live again. ”

The masked man was silent. The floor was accepted as positive. I don't answer what I can't answer. The masked man replied by keeping his mouth shut. It was when I thought that if I changed the format of the question, I might be able to discover some more secrets.

- That's impossible, because you really can't answer. That question was a silent answer because it was the right one. No more than that.

“Can't you stop thinking about me without my permission? ”

- That's also impossible. Honestly, I'm not reading your mind. I just know it when you think about it.

“Suddenly, I feel the weight of another identity due to an abnormality in my brain function. If that's the case, it's not weird to share your thoughts. ”

- You can trust what you want.

“It's a nourished answer. ”

- Please understand my situation. I want to speak frankly with you.

“By the way, there is no news that the famous actor in my memory died in such a ridiculous car accident. ”

- I don't lie. That's how I died.

“What year did he die? ”

-2020 years.

The floor exhales slowly. Past history can be found by searching, but there is no way to determine the truth if it is in the future. I have memories of my previous life, but they are fading away. It was not strange to not remember the death of an unrelated celebrity because I couldn't even remember the face of my best friend.

“Assuming it's true, then why was the dead man inside me? ”

- That's not an area I can answer.

“Can you show me the face underneath that mask? ”

- That's impossible, too.

“Are you going to tell me that you can't do anything about proving your identity? ”

I have no right to tell you who I am. No, it's not about rights. It's also a question of survival. Just as the autonomous nervous system maintains its homeostasis, I have no choice but to manage the words that come out of my mouth.

“Is another dead man dying? ”

- In my experience, the dead don't die again. Only the living can die.

“Then what are you so afraid of that you can't speak? ”

- There's a penalty for not dying. Those eyes up there, they're talking with their eyes. If you take out that horse, you'll get another one of those boring bees. It's actually exhausting to do it again.

“That means you've been punished a few times. Are you some kind of parasitic spirit among the reincarnated? ”

- Parasites, not parasites. I can assure you of that.

“I can't say this, I can't say that. You're obsessed with being in the same position. This is as far as I go, because I can't be relentless about what I can't say. But isn't it true that death in 2020 means that he's alive now, 2005? ”

- Yeah, right.

“So, what's inside you that's alive today? ”

- I don't know, what's in it?

“You know what I mean. But is this also unspeakable? ”

- Whatever's in my body has absolutely nothing to do with you, wouldn't that be okay?

“It's a little curious. Is it possible for a soul to be separated? ”

- Soul?

“Yes, a soul. If sitting in front of me is not a schizophrenic identity, then it must be a soul. ”

- Do you believe in souls?

“I have to believe you. I also have a vague memory of going to a similar place in heaven. And what can you tell me if you're not spiritual, too? ”

- Obviously, but do you remember the story you heard before?

“What story? ”

- The conversation I had with the writer Lee Han Mi. I remember having a heated discussion about memory and being.

“Were you listening then? ”

- My ears are always open. Even when you're asleep. Well, there's nothing you can do but listen. But then you said, The precious memory is stored somewhere beyond the body, in other words, in something like the soul, so that the heart that loves someone remains regardless of the change in memory.

“I'm sure you did. ”

- Do you still believe that?

“Trust me. If memory changes, love will never change. ”

- Can I ask you one more question?

“Whatever.”

- Why would you think that?

The masked man hung himself on the back of the chair and asked. There was no light hand gesture that I was drunk with every word. Boldly, I asked with a heavy tone, unlike before.

Why did I have that idea? The floor thought, "Why hasn't my heart changed?" To put it bluntly, it was strange. Beliefs have a reason. It is natural to believe in spiritual things because you have experienced the resurrection, but why believe in eternal love? Have I ever made love like that before?

A mysterious fire broke out. It was strange. I had a few relationships, but eventually I broke up. It was a poor experience to have faith that even if the memory changed, the love heart would not change. Why did I believe that love would never change? Unwarranted credit was one of the things he avoided. What made me believe that?

“I can't answer that question. ”

I believe in constant love, but I don't know why I believe that.

The masked man rolls up his left sleeve. The suit's sleeve folds up, and you see the watch he's wearing. The floor glances at the watch and looks at its left wrist. It was the same type of watch.

- Time flies, relentless, relentless. It slips away like sand in your hand. You can't catch it. You can't stop it. Mr. Hangul, did you know that time is actually walking in its place? The rush past 12 o'clock will return to 12 o'clock. Bang Bang, time is always in its right-hand place.

“Who are you? ”

The man looked at the watch again. He nods once.

- The scary eyes are gone. Looks like it's time. You may have forgotten, but we've only seen it once before. From then on, your internal time would have started to flow violently. This is really unusual, so even the scary eyes were embarrassed. Or maybe it's also a prank by the gods.

“Who the hell is that? ”

- Try to remember. You saw my face. That too, very close.

The floor squeezes out the memory, but it doesn't remind me of a man's face. It was like pulling a rabbit out of a magician's hat that I'd never seen before. Technical magic and miraculous magic are definitely different.

“I've never seen you. ”

It's just a memory loss.

“Can you remember? ”

- Let me tell you another story. There was a man. He was a 45 bus driver. He had a loving wife and a terribly loving daughter. But the bus driver was struck in the chest by an industrial material that came through the glass and died. My wife and daughter cried without fail. Now, whose story is this?

“Forty-five bus drivers, and a wife and daughter? ”

- Have you forgotten, Mr. Han? You must have a family you can't trade for anything.

“It can't be. ”

- You said he died at 37?

“Yes. I died then. There was no family.”

The man looked at the clock again. Three, two, one. After the count, the man raises his head.

- He died when he was how old?

“Thirty…. ”

The floor wraps around your head. It's disappearing. The scene of the thirty-seven dead fades. Because I was aware, I could see the memory was gone. I sensed at the same time that the recognition itself would soon disappear.

“Did I die at 45? You had a wife and daughter? ”

The floor screams.

- Answering that question is now out of the question. It was time. You said, Memory is entangled like a net, so even if you take a piece off it, the surrounding memories will help you remember events and situations. Let me be clear: you underestimated God. God has sliced your memory with an omnipotent scalpel and stapled it perfectly. Now, in your memory, not thirty-seven, but a little bit sooner, you'll have a memory of death.

The floor swallowed a dry saliva. It was just like the man said. At 32, the memory whispered that he was dead. The masked man's hands move. He slowly breaks the mask. Your face was revealed below the mask.

The floor was speechless. As soon as I saw the face of the masked man who looked just like him, one of the memories that had fallen asleep on the other side of the river of oblivion jumped up like a spawning salmon. It was instantaneous but made a strong impression.

“Yes, you were me. ”

He glanced at the man with the same face as in the mirror.

- This is also unusual. because a forgotten memory has come back. But it doesn't work, because I'm going to forget again.

“Why am I in me again? What does it mean to die in 2020? ”

- You already know what that means.

The floor grips its teeth. As the man said, his head gave a cold answer.

“Time takes its place. Turn around and walk in place. ”

Looking at the man's naked eyes, the floor said.

“How many times have I... been dead and alive?" ”

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It's raining!

It stopped raining.

Wow... What should I call this rain?

A pinch?

But it's cool today, so there's no need for rain.

I sat on a street bench for a while, and I whizzed.

It was the autumn wind.

It was the best time to snore.

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