A long shiver is traveling through your spinal cord. Somewhere in the world - in a bar, on a train, in your bed - somebody is smiling with you.

• "But I feel alone. There is nobody with me right now!"

The cold feeling takes over. The physical sensation will not turn you into a genius detective this time. You don't know where this person is. But she is not smiling for you. It's a vague memory, abstracted from time.

Through the blizzard, you remember. This is a flashback. Untouchable, even if it hurts you right now. You are haunted by ghosts made of happiness.

• "Am I being haunted? Is it a curse?"

The falling King judges the Prince. You did what you could. Look at yourself. Your mind is disturbed by some anecdotal malfunction. You are already a new, healthy man.

Your blood tightens, your electrochemistry is rising. Drop to your knees and thank the floating river of benzodiazepines. These little pills are truly making you a better man.

Once again, the King tries to express himself through the busy room. Forget the river. Cut the narrative. You have changed.

• "Moi ?"

Deep Fog, DF 005 BHM - Min, Byung Hun — Google Arts & Culture

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