For two days I was in a state of natural depression. Such... Present... I didn't even go to the stadium in the morning.
I had a lot of thoughts. Flow. Stream of consciousness and ... awareness.
Why am I here, in this time? In your own childhood? Not that I hadn't thought about it, but there was no answer, and the kaleidoscope of events and new emotions made it impossible to dwell on this thought for too long.
The person or persons who threw me in here, didn't want to explain anything to me. I repeatedly typed this question on my iPhone, but the screen of the device remained deaf to my attempts, indifferently flashing only my question. Unanswered. But it provided a stable Internet connection thousands of kilometers away from home.
I myself had only two versions... and two wishes.
No! I
