I realized my rebirth in the smell of corpses.
The moment I opened my eyes, the moldy ceiling of a low-rent apartment in 2023 turned into the peeling walls of a college dormitory in 2013. The phone shows that on September 1st, when Kobe was still with the Lakers, Bitcoin was only worth $100.
Would have been ecstatic - if there hadn't been that puddle of black goo on my pillow.
It was sticky, like cooled asphalt, and had the most disgusting smell I've ever smelled in my life: rotten roses soaked in formalin, mixed with the pungent smell of burnt circuit boards. I dipped a little with my fingertips, and the mucus suddenly started to squirm, spelling out a line of small words on my skin:
"Don't trust anyone who is born again"
