Nov 15, 2021
2356. Cryptostory
This is called “Cryptostory.” What if the richest people were forced to play a game that kept them busy for years, until they died.
Don’t you want to kill?
The plague of absolute hell disguised as nothingness continues. We sit and look at the weather. Contemplate it, analyze it—in short, deaden it.
We talk so little for talking so much!
I—just I—sit on my enormous bed and wince at how much disagreement I feel.
I haven’t had a single sherry brought to me in years—my butler died of a stroke three feet away from me. His body is like a miniature Alps, made to perfect scale, on my marble floor...