For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
There was a time where the majority of people weren’t involved in the internet culture, at that time there was a video where kazuo umezu met dario argento, it’s gone now, ovbiously, but I’ll upload it one day.
A smiling angel pierced my heart again and again with a golden arrow, producing a pain so sweet I screamed aloud and simultaneously felt a sweetness so infinite that I wished the pain to last forever.