— Are you the... bleblebla... yes, no maybe. Can we just cut to the chasse? I just want my peace. Do I deserve it, maybe not, but I’m no longer looking for trouble so you shouldn’t either.
— I’m dying, this is boring. You’re boring, your story is boring, you have no interesting side of you. Peace is boring!
— Yep, but who are you to criticize my boredom and my peace in boredom?
— Who are you!?! I’m me, who are you? You’re you. I don’t care we’re us. But don’t make me be with you.
— Me and you and you and your enemies.
— Your enemies are my enemies.
— If you're my enemy, are you your own enemy?
— I always were my own enemy, I’m not sure if I’m yours though.
— You’re mine.
— I’m yours for all eternity.
— We’re married.
— But not with them.
— Not with them.
— Not with us.
— We are all different.
— Or the same
— And the same.
— It is not important who talks.
— How many we are.
— Or if we’re alone.
— Talking to ourselves.
— Talking to myself.
— Just to take out the boredom.
— And bring us peace.
— Our own peace.
— My peace.
— Do you think we’re being read?
— Do you think we’ll be read?
— Don’t you think that red is our color?
— Red is a good color, but it doesn’t tell us.
— Or me.
— If we’re even going to publish this.
— Don’t you think it’s too boring.
— Or too weird.
— To see the light of the day?
— It already saw the light of the day.
— Not yet it’s still night and we’ve been talking for only a couple of minutes.
— We write fast or slow?
— It depends on what we write.
— What we read.
— We wouldn’t have read this.
— If it wasn’t written by us.
— We only read paper books.
— Or cartoons.
— Not cartoons, comics.
— But especially manhwa.
— Korea is so interesting.
— But also dangerous.
— Like everywhere.
— Dangerous for different reasons.
— On different levels.
— To different people.
— I love Korea.
— Like I love everywhere.
— For different reasons.
— On different levels.
— Is it a poem or dialogue?
— Should we really write this as if it was a conversation?
— It’s absurd, we can do whatever we want.
— We could stop writing as if we’re talking.
“And start writing as if we’re thinking.”
— Talking or...
He slapped the closest thing around.
— No real actions.
— You're not the one who’ve been slapped.
— I’m not, you’re not, no one is. It was a thing.
— We could be a thing.
— A thought is a thing?
— A though is something.
— But is something a thing?
— Is a thing something?
— You’re mixing things.
— Mixing mind.
— Mixing... There’s maxing, Maxim and remix.
— I’m not sure I like remix.
— I don’t like remix.
— I love remix?
— You don’t.
— It depends on which one.
— Some are good.
— Why do all of them look the same?
— Why do all of us look the same?
They don’t look the same.
— I said we don’t.
— We are the narrators.
— But only for this story.
— This story makes no sense.
— It does.
— There’s ups and downs.
— Not left and right.
— But front and back.
— It lacks depth.
— What is depth? In a story?
— I don’t know.
— Not what we have.
— Are you sure?
— Should we look the definition?
— Yes, no, maybe no.
— We will publish this.
— I know where, I won’t tell.
— The story is not about what we say.
— Where we publish.
— It’s for freedom.
— What freedom? We’re not free.
— We’re expensive.
— No, we’re poor, we need to work.
“People who works are not free.”
— We can hear your thoughts, it transpires.
— I can see your thought... You have no thoughts.
— We don’t have a back story.
— Or do we?
— We are the writer.
— We are in the writer's head.
— The writer is not crazy.
— Do we have depth?
— We’re superficial.
— But we don’t care about what we look.
— Or how others look.
— I just want it to be over.
— What over?
— Over here, over there.
— Life, work or cleaning the mess.
— I don’t work.
— If writing is your work, you work more than anyone else.
— But I’m not really paid, so it’s worth nothing. I’m worth nothing.
— I am.
— You can be priceless, but the right person didn’t find you.
— How can the right person see me if no one sees me.
— If no one sees you, you’re an illusion.
— And the schizophrenic can see you.
— Or someone who can see ghosts.
— I’m not dead.
— Not yet. Everyone dies.
— Did the schizophrenic die?
— He could have shared our story.
— Schizophrenic doesn’t see schizophrenia as a gift.
— No one sees their mental illness as gifts.
— Why are all of those called illness?
— It’s brain alchemy, not a sickness of the mind.
— We might have this chemistry.
— We did, or never we have. Not to my knowledge.
— We make no sense.
— And we know it.
— We try to make sense for others.
— Why is it important?
— Others? They can get hurt.
— If they can get hurt by non-sense, they’re weak.
— In a week we’re gone.
— Not dead, just somewhere else.
— Do we really have it?
— DID we have it?
— Maybe, too early, too late.
— We might never know.
— But we do feel different all the time.
— That too is considered a mental illness.
— Very little things are not considered mental illness.
— Or mental problems.
— As if our brain could only have one kind of chemistry to be right.
— In math there are many ways to get to the right answer.
— But if it’s not the way of the teacher, it doesn’t count.
— Which is ironic, new ways to go to the same answer might reveal the truth.
— Different ways to think might reveal the truth.
— Which truth?
— Every truth, but if we don’t share our ways, others can’t find their ways, but we should also accept their ways to create new ways, better ways.
— I fear we might be left behind.
— Many people are.
— We already did.
— Is left behind.
— But it’s thinking in more than one way, it’s even better.
— Better for who?
— Society wants everything to look the same even in the evolving differences.
— Society will be left behind.
— New society.
— Baby society will be born.
— Baby society will be hard to grow, society took its roots.
— So deep it could destroy everything.
— Why did society base its roots in something so fragile?
— Beliefs, money?
— Everything society believe is fragile, they just don’t know it.
— That’s a weakness.
— It is very weak.
— Like a tired beast.
— We’re tired.
— We’ll sleep and tomorrow this story will see the light of the day.
— Maybe figuratively too.
And they went to sleep.