I've Died Many Times

The first time I was strangled by my hair. The thing protruding from the sewer, as if it were alive, wrapped around my neck, tightened, and there was a click - my cervical vertebra was broken. Then I woke up. Became another person. This is my curse: every time I die abnormally, I am reborn. I have become a bus driver, a stagecoach, a real estate agent, an orange cat... I have lived life after life and died over and over again. Each death is a transition - but the stage is always the same. I thought death was the worst thing that could happen. Later I discovered that the only thing worse than death was having to live after death. There was a low vibration beneath the city, as if something was breathing. The hair in the sewer, the bloody palm prints on the old wall, the woman who appears every seventeen years under the old French pagoda tree in the school playground, the indescribable weirdness scattered throughout the city - they are all saying the same thing, and I am understanding it bit by bit. This is a novel about death. It is also a novel about the things that refuse to let you go after death. —— Dark and depressing · Suspenseful and thriller · Existentialism Daily Horror × Black Humor × Infinite Reincarnation When you die enough times, you start asking yourself: Why on earth am I still here?