Cover story 4: A rich couples dream
A rich couples bachelorette almost out of a cartoon. Them laughing in the balcony, as the people beneath them rob, steal, and even selling drugs, straight out of monopoly prison. I guess it was a good day for business.
The money's swell
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¤ I used to have a family. I used to .. I saw rain in a different light back then. My family left me, one after the other til I was alone. A car crash, my dad was out of the picture, and all the other stuff was fuzzy. To me a real man would face such, not brag about such, is it really a big deal that I can talk freely about something I never felt deeply about. ¤
¤ Today was a bore, I got no interest, my job can wait today, why not admire the people going and living out their lives. There is a beauty in how life keeps moving, but I wonder sometimes what made me move the direction I am at right now. When you are above everybody else, you don't know what everybody else is anymore. ¤
Neova just sat there that day, nothing in life pleasures him as much as the death he offers to others in his job. He unconsciously taps his spoon to the same tempo as the footsteps of others and to his own heart.
¤ Who is born? For it is who you ask for when you want an identity. Not why, not how, not even a question of any other sort. You say who am I when you want to recall your past and your worth in the world. So I ask who is born?
To be a man or not to be, to be alive or not to be. What is the difference between the living and the dead? If you are dead, you can not go on living, but what did you lose, is it your ego.
What truly was to be alive? I stand above the surface of the earth looking at it like a child looking through a glass window. These humans always try to kill each other based on color, people die and not everyone is born the same with the same opportunities.
But when I recall my past I ask why was I born, what am I born for? On that day I found an answer. I wanted to be born so that I can see the meaning of life in front of me, whether it was a woman, a man, something I can not understand, at that moment I would know why, because I can understand that it was. The meaning of life might not be the gray colors but one color painted on the canvas, black or white, maybe red, maybe blue, but what is red and blue if not hell and heaven. We can only reach the red and blue if we decide to transform ourselves into a being who has the ability to leave the first physical realm into the ghostly.
I was born with an ability that I could not take control of.
But how do you know what is a true life, how do you know you have come across the meaning of it? There is a meaning and it was to go on living for we were made to survive, maybe making something out of nothing is the meaning for that is to survive. Because nothing of this world is brought back to heaven nor hell. ¤
A sip of alcohol.
¤ When I was a kid, COuld .. wHyY wAs i So HaPPy, tHiS Is tO dEpressing. ¤
N(hEy .. you Ouy yOu)
His head falls down for a moment.
N(tALk AbUt AbOut sOmetHing)
Bartender (you may have overdone it)
N(SSSssshh .. SHUT uP, hEre taKE mY MoneY)
Bartender (s sir, ... (just as he fell to slumber the bartender goes to the other bartender) I think he fell asleep)
The first time Neova ever saw his own reflection it was like a miracle, but as he grew older, learned of death through his family, that day he rushed home, he rushed to the glass that could reflect to him his own future, he wanted to see how he would end up dying. He saw armor, he saw a man end up brutally pummeled, he had the same hair, it must have been Neova. But it was regret looking that far ahead, he couldn't understand til he had reached the right age and he ended up stabbing his left arm the amount of his family he had lost, to a man who can't feel anything it feels nice to feel something even if it is just that pain. When you grow up, not everyone wants to be with you and when you are alone you are left alone, nothing changes what destiny does to a person because most of the time it is sheer coincidence.
But the day he met a man the same as he, above all, like he, easy going, like he, fun, like he, alone, like he, they became brothers, they filled the side that the other lacked, even though they were enemies. Nobody wanted them, but their enemy, they wanted nothing more but a limp unmoving heart that they could crush in the palm of their hand, and laugh at the sheer genius of the joke they made for themselves. Fin.