I realized I was old one day in 3066.
The sun is very good.
I walked among the bustling crowd of re-created people, stretching my neck like an ostrich.
Then saw you.
Still the same, silver bangs resting on the right cheek, head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed with a sweet and sinister smile. The thin mist made it difficult for me to see clearly.
Look again, it's gone.
I saw a man in the mirror, holding a piece of bread, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and wearing big leather shoes.
The most ordinary and most at a loss.
Conception: