I'm great.
I am one of the lollipops everywhere in the kingdom of happiness. I like stars. I'll jump 100,000 meters after them. But I jumped 100,000 meters to find out that the stars never existed. The stars are another glowing lollipop far from me. But I've jumped 100,000 meters, and my plastic is sore that I want to melt immediately. So I decided to move on.
I jumped between neat forks, between shining stones, and on a red train I never stopped. The train has never stopped, and the inhabitants of the train have always lived on it, and they now have no communication with other residents.
One of the things I have to think about as I jump forward is the rain coming in from the ground, from the sky, from rising and happy smoke. This rain damps me forever, and I am always a sticky syrup. More importantly, I'm allergic to melted syrup.
I'm allergic to all the spots. But what bothers me is that I'm covered in red and blue spots, and I've forgotten what color I was, and of course what color I'm allergic to.
My plastic handles are getting sore, and I can't tell my story here anymore, if it wasn't for the universe's super fat cat. Fat cats exist uniquely, sometimes on trains, sometimes under trains. Nobody talked to it. It has been said that the train used to travel between a black hole and a black hole, stopping in every form, in a luminous rock, was the fat cat who controlled the train and became so.
When my plastic handle was about to crack, fat cats suddenly appeared in front of me. It didn't say anything, but its body was so close to me that I saw traces of the barbed wire frame in its body, traces of paint on its body, and traces of a rough sticky joint.
Who's the fat cat?
And then the train blew through my ears with a strong wind, and my body immediately turned back into just one color, because I saw it. I saw it in the window of the train and I didn't know where it came from.
I just saw it.