I have the ability to travel through parallel worlds. Every world I go to has a "him". "He" has the same appearance but different identities and personalities. I look for "him" with the memories of all the worlds, but "he" doesn't remember me every time...
There is a steady flow of time together, there is morbid and persistent possession, there is lingering entanglement, there is control that seems gentle but is actually suffocating, and there is also sacrifice in the name of love.
Each article is a different fragment of life, like fragments scattered in time, piecing together different looks of love.
Maybe a certain story will remind you of your past throbbing heart, or maybe a certain ending will make you let go of a past that ended in vain.
There are also thoughts that are similar to damp and moldy, like a butterfly specimen imprisoned in a glass jar, beautiful but forever frozen in a painful posture.
Maybe a story will remind you of a dangerous smile, or maybe a monologue will tear open the scabs of your delusions.
Welcome to this dream, the love here can always make you find the shadow of yourself and others.
