Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

It reminds me of aerial swimming. Is this real? Or maybe he's sticking one foot into the abnormal world and starting to fall into HR misery.

I glance at the city without meaning. People dry the laundry, beat it, nod it, and sock it up. A flat world with no philosophy whatsoever. Oh, some elderly people are marathoning. Exercise is a good thing. You're all working hard. My butt was made to glue to the bench or I don't feel like moving it.

Oh, plane clouds. That's growing. If that thing lasted less than a kilo, it might make sense with some kind of nuance. I feel like it's been a life of war all along. What to live for and what to die for. There may be no difference between the exercise of the right to life or the thirst for the other world.