Life, Once Again!

When I realized that I was falling, the center of my body was already outside my body. I moved on to a point in the air. When I leaned halfway, I saw a villager dropping his cup of coffee with a surprised face, and Dongho reaching out his hand in horror. The falling speed of the cup was slowing down and stopped at some point, and Dongho's behavior also solidified like a video video video that pressed the stop button.

Time passed slowly. At this rate, it would take more than 10 years to fall to the floor. It was a strange experience, but that was not the point. The floor is stuffed with memories. Became an adventurer who stirs up brain wrinkles. As popcorn bursts, fragments of memory burst from all sides. It felt like my brain was getting ripe. The brain was draining all the calories that the body was consuming. Your brain may eat you up to your weight.

The whirlwind saw a masked man walking among the memories. He didn't say anything. I quickly realized why I was silent. He had already told me everything, not a revelation.

You hear the cracking of the eggshell. No, I felt like I heard that. As a thin layer crumbled, a memory that had settled deeper rose suddenly.

The floor reminds me of the name of the man on the mask. Hangul. How does it feel to be an unlucky historian who has watched so many individual histories repeatedly?

The remnants of a memory that were scattered and hidden from someone are still gathering together. It was the only song I could think of. The nostrils that tickled my ears were the lighthouses that illuminated the ocean. The memories that were shriveling under the thick darkness move along the faint light. The memories that were assembled along the only path were tangled and confused, but they were being organized in good faith.

A drop of coffee that popped out of the cup caught my eye. It was still falling, and it looked as far as the earth and the moon.

A matchmaking process has taken place, spinning a memory puzzle. It was a difficult and painful task. I wanted to give up on the headache right away. It was a sweet word that resonated in my ears, meaning that I was searching for a memory. Instead of obsessing over the past, rational thinking whispered that loyalty to the present is right.

That's right. Hanging on a passing bus won't bring her back. A wise person would wait for the next bus at the stop. It would be nice to enjoy a relaxing cup of coffee at that time. Only those who know how to let go of what is past can grasp the future that is to come.

Bullshit, somebody told me. A familiar voice, unlike the one asking you to let go of the past. I felt uncomfortable just hearing it. If you miss the bus, run and get it, the voice says. Don't forget to wrap the past up as a memory. I felt a stuffy feeling when I told you to look straight at it.

Cozy words and uncomfortable words. It seemed clear who to follow at the crossroads. The floor ignored the purposely reprimanding voice. Following that voice, the waves of pain seemed to surge. I wanted to choose the side that others encouraged and agreed with. Letting go of the past was just like my mother used to say when I was little. It felt right, like wise father's advice. Is there a reason to turn your stomach and follow a harsh horse on a harsh journey?

I feel time gradually reverting back to its rightful place. The dropping cup sped up. Everything was going back to normal. Where there should be something, in order.

It was intense sunlight. I remembered it a long time ago. I was running on the Han Ganggang Bridge, and there was a woman riding next to me. She was the first woman I met at dawn. She's the manager, she's the manager, she's the manager. The sunlight in the car window makes the contours of her face curl. Car audio is quiet, but the car is full of her nostrils.

A nostril. The floor knew the song. It was a song that I could sing and hear right now. It was an autumn song singing like a habit.

The floor felt a dilated pupil. Your back grows cold. The puzzle of memory fits perfectly. The voice that was whispering next to me grew smaller and smaller. Instead of a voice muttering to forget the past, stay true to the present, look forward to the future, a nostril rang throughout the brain.

Twenty-nine years later, his memory expanded. Thirty-one, thirty-three, thirty-five... Memories that had been changed by someone countless times began to find their place.

The floor sees the cup falling in front of you slowly ascending. As things do not fall, the floor notices a tight chain snapping from its memory.

I heard a rough-hearted voice. Now you remember, the voice that became thicker and thicker after living in a worn world was your own. It was the voice I used when I fought with my boss, when I encouraged my subordinates and when I fought with customers. It was the voice of the 45 swords.

The man asked me a question.

Who are you?

The floor answered.

It's you.

As soon as I answered, the clock went slowly, stopped, and turned upside down, finding the original route. The floor slammed into the nearest land in an instant. I saw people screaming in surprise.

I wanted to stand up and say it was okay right now, but my head was so dizzy.

“One, one, one. ”

Park Hun PD was holding up his phone. I thought about calling an ambulance. The floor barely reached out and pushed the cover of Park Hoon's phone.

“I'm fine.”

“It's no big deal. You're down.”

“I sit long and then stand up. It's not a big deal. ”

The floor grins and grins its teeth. Parallel senses were fortunately normal. I just felt heavy and numb as if I hadn't slept in days. I stood up and ran.

“Look, it's really okay. ”

“Never mind. Go to the hospital. It's too far away anyway. ”

The floor looks up at Park Hoon's face and nods. It was a burdensome situation for the General Manager, so I couldn't insist.

“I'm going to the hospital to get some vitamins. and get confirmation that it's okay. ”

“Go get checked out and call me right away. ”

“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. ”

“Just go. ”

The floor smiled at the crowd and said it would be back soon.

“Are you sure you're okay? He just collapsed. ”

“Men have anemia sometimes. I've been sleepwalking for the past few days, and I think I'm losing strength. ”

I emptied my clothes with the eyes of a villager concerned.

“I thought I was going to knock you out. Something's been off since this morning. Do you want me to come with you to the hospital? ”

Dongho said.

“The photographer is not going anywhere with you. You can go by yourself. ”

“What if he collapses again? ”

“Don't worry, it can't be. ”

I remembered a bottle of water for the company, but decided not to contact me. I know better than anyone that there's nothing wrong with my body. I got out the front door of middle school and picked up a taxi. I cleared my mind on the way. When you hit a thousand puzzles, the start is obstructed and you can't see it, but if you hit a corner and a certain contour is captured, it speeds up. The same was true of the scattered memories. The completed frame was obscured because the memories were fitted together. What we need to do now is to hold on to the rich memories, contrast them back and forth. The brain is taking care of things without being conscious, so if you just give it a little time, it will be quickly restored.

I stopped by a nearby hospital and went out for a checkup. Of course there was no problem. I left a message to Park Hun first. I got a call right away.

- Can you film it?

“Of course I do. It costs a lot of money to study a day. The hospital says there's no problem, so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to take a picture. ”

- It's gonna take a while for your scene to get in. Get some shut-eye out of the car. If you're already anemic at that age, you can't do this.

“It's okay now. Then I'm going to get some air and go back. ”

After hanging up, Maru called Dongho.

- Yeah, it's fine.

“That's okay. I'll be there in a minute. Can you call me when you see my scene? ”

- Yeah, I'll call you, so go get some shut-eye. I think I ran out of stamina for two runs.

After saying thank you, I sat on the bench in front of the hospital. I laughed at the floor when I saw someone walking around in a patient's uniform. because his condition was not that different from theirs.

- Do you remember?

I wondered when I would open my mouth. The floor closed its eyes. The masked man stood on the stage where he lived.

“Roughly.”

- Are you sure?

The floor nods.

“I have so many questions. But not now. My head's still messed up. ”

Years of memories will come back at a time.

The floor looks at the man in the mask.

“Are you going to keep wearing that mask? ”

- I'm embarrassed when I take it off.

“If that's okay with you. But it's funny. We're all in this together anyway. ”

- Yeah, comedy.

“We have a lot to talk about. ”

- Yeah, a lot.

“But I want to tell you something first. ”

The floor extends its hand to him.

“Well done. And while we're at it, let's work harder. ”

- How long have you been a civil servant?

“That's a lot of money. I've lived for hundreds of years. ”

- I don't know if that's true. That's not even close to the concept.

“Can I ask you a question? ”

- Yeah, to commemorate my return.

“What do you want? ”

- You know that.

The floor was able to read the face of the man covered in the mask.

- It doesn't matter if it's a happy ending or a bad ending. Finally, I just want it to be about itself. I want to stop being tired. I want to lay down in the same bed as her, with my daughter in the middle, if I can afford it. I miss the smell of people. I miss emotions, but it's impossible. I don't have a body.

“Why did you bounce off? Why did they separate and become another me? ”

- Well, maybe for your twenty-first time.

“Twenty-one. ”

It was a small but extremely far number. Where there is no one to call, what condition is this man in which he must witness his own death countless times? It is not something that humans can grasp. Once a page, but now I wonder if it can be called a page.

- Let's talk when you're done. You look like you could use a break right now.

“I think we should. ”

The floor slowly opened its closed eyes. The dark stage disappeared and saw the autumn sky and the high hospital building. I took my phone out of my pocket. I pressed the button to find the autumn phone number. When I lowered my thumb, I took off the floor finger as soon as I could.

“Not yet, I hope. ”

I shouldn't have rushed. Destiny was a very dirty twist in life. You might get busted after you mess with it. I had to be careful as if I were walking down a boulevard path.

By the way, I smiled at the memories that were passing through my head. After seeing the work done by the humanoid one, I was breathless. The memory of being hit hard by the company and its subordinates evaporated and the person became very gentle. I easily said the memory doesn't go away, but it was moving like a doll.

The floor brings its fingertips together and puts them on its forehead.

“You can resist anyway. ”

Is life like déjà vu a triumph of the repeater, or is it also a prank of God? The floor turned on the cell phone memo function. I have something to test.

‘Once I was dead, I was revived. ’

I was able to write about the reincarnation. Of course, it won't help much. If the whole memory is blown away, I find a note like this because it's obvious that it's a joke.

“Excuse me, sir. ”

The floor called for a woman to enter the hospital. And I looked into her eyes without saying a word. A moment later, something joyful appeared over her head.

- What's he doing?

I don't think it's a shabby god. I didn't have any gifts. It was a waste of functionality. It would be great if I could see the depths of the other person's mind, but I still could only read accidents that were limited to "one story."

“No, I was mistaken. ”

I need to check stock and real estate, but I don't think so. It seemed that the only thing that was released about memory was not the restriction itself.

The floor twisted its neck to the side and walked to the convenience store in front of the hospital. I'm going to have to suffocate.

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You're still stuck with your nose today.

The weather is hot, but the nose continues to be a problem.

Hospital meds are useless.

Blind and numb.

Help me, please!

T

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I'll use it to buy it when I get my sinusitis remedy later. I really want to fix this.

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