Book2:KigdomIteDreams

upagain,“Thatbodyrelyingoeetowalksafely,isthatnotmyself?WhyshouldIlookelsewhereforit?Ididnotdisappearintotheair.Iamwalkingforwardledbythewhitee.Thereisolookanywhereelseforme.Istheretwoifme?Maybethatrefleinthemirrorthathasdisappearedistherealme.Whoknowswhichistherealme?”Heshookhisheadvigorously,hopingtogetridofthedisturbahesebothersomeideas,butinhisheartthattalkativevoiceingathimagain.“Amanoverfifty,withnoaplishmentstospeakof,totallyblindinthebargain,isn’tthatembarrassingandtroubling?Thisismysituation.Iamlikeamanwatgamovieintheema.Justatthecrucialmomehemoviereachestheclimax,powerfailureplungedeverythingintototaldarkheplotwasreallyabsurdandridiculous,illogidevennonsensical.Itislikethestoryofmy