SHOOT SELF WITH YOU / A RECURSIVE NOVEL
and
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
Recursive novels. Version
CHROMATIC KEY / Don't rush to untie
You.
I'm...
Her.
and
Sound
Memory
？
Colours are not decorations. Fonts are not heights. The signboard does not follow the page number.
The last page fell off first.
It landed.
Amon.
Footside, face down, like a letter from the future. Nobody touches it. Everyone in the room is waiting.
Amon.
Bend over, but...
Amon.
No bend.
Her.
Just looking down for a little while, and the light in your eyes fell.
Her.
Know what's written on the back of the paper.
It says
You.
Put
I'm...
After the film
You were born.
But...
You.
Not yet.
Garrett hasn't said anything yet."
I'm...
I have to.
You.
"Ricky's hands have not stopped in the air, and Ugly has not hidden himself into that excessively calm phrase. The white cloth is still high and has not fallen. Names have not yet appeared. All faces belong to themselves for the time being.
Only
Amon.
See the end in advance.
Her.
Look up and look at that empty chair.
"
You.
Why are you here?
？
"
The chair didn't answer.
For those who sit there will not hear it for many years.
RECURSIVE ROOM 01
Door 11
I'm sorry.
First page off the end
You.
Too late, too early.
It's too late because they're finished. Those breaths have left their lips and their hands have been removed from the other hand. One person turned his face and did not want to be asked again; another person once bowed his head and put a single request in his throat.
You.
When we get there, there's only the shape they left behind.
Too early because
You.
I don't know who I'm gonna be.
You.
I thought I was just reading.
Amon.
。
You.
Sit down. Turn the first page. Get ready.
Her.
♪ Looking in the face ♪
Her.
。
Amon.
But it's already on the last page.
You.
。
Her.
That's right.
You.
Read it first.
You.
。
Her.
Yes.
You.
Yes.
Her.
Say it."
I'm...
I'll take my breath off.
Her.
Say it."
You.
# Scrambling and suddenly feeling pushed away #
Her.
Look harder when you look away.
Her.
I don't even know.
You.
I'd mistook my sympathy for a key that could be opened if it was gentle enough.
Her.
Not to anyone's room.
Her.
No blame.
You.
。
Her.
Just take the key off the door and put it back.
You.
Handsome.
"It's not
I'm...
The door."
Her.
Say, "Yes.
You.
It's the one.
You.
When you look down, your hands are empty.
And look up.
Amon.
It's back where the story hasn't started.
IMAGE TRACE / 02
I got an empty chair first.
You.
The contours.
RECURSIVE ROOM 02
Door 01
You.
Open chairs.
You.
There are two chairs in the room.
Amon.
Take one. The other's empty.
Garrett stood between two chairs and said
I'm...
I have to.
You.
。"
And when he said that, his jaw was a little tight.
Sound
Not very high, but more "must" than "see". It's as if he's in real pain.
Amon.
But...
Amon.
Still have the ability not to be seen by him.
Amon.
Look at him.
Her.
Their eyes are steady and they are almost weary. It's not that there's no fluctuations, it's that every one of them is fast.
Her.
Press back.
Her.
It seems to have been known long ago that if the eyes were softer, the other side would use that soft as a door stitch; if the mouth moved, the other side would think that there was still room for a story.
And...
Her.
Keep your face quiet.
But silence is also misread.
Garrett.
Her.
Quiet hear the wait.
You.
From
Her.
The silence hears pain.
Amon.
Maybe he's just breathing.
Nothing in the empty chair.
It's more than
You.
Closer.
Her.
。
And Garrett said
I'm...
I have to.
You.
。"
And for the second time, in that sentence
I'm...
And suddenly, he left. It flew out of his throat, circled over the room, found no body to stay, and fell into the empty chair.
Many years later
You.
Sit there.
"
I'm...
I have to.
You.
。"
You.
Hear yourself think that.
Amon.
Turn
You.
。
"So what?
？
"
You.
By
Her.
Hold on.
You.
It was thought that urgency was proof of love. Yeah.
Her.
The eyes let
You.
Seeing, urgency may only prove that a person is drowning in his or her own needs. The deeper the need, the easier people across the street become shore.
Garrett didn't mean anything.
Amon.
As a shore.
He's just too afraid of the water.
It makes him more sympathetic.
Amon.
More tired.
Her.
The fatigue is here
Her.
It is not only a refusal to accept a person, it is also a refusal to accept that person's silence.
Her.
"Don't torture me again.
I'm...
。"
I'm sorry.
Her.
The eyes were moved to the side for a second before they returned to the face. The moment was short, but the whole sentence was sewn. It's not about whether you're still in love, it's about a little pain
Her.
Knowing that you must speak hard enough to be heard
Her.
And you know that every word that gets hard cuts itself.
"
You.
Fuck off."
Jared didn't move right away.
You.
Neither.
Amon.
Look at him. Look at him again.
You.
。
Her.
And suddenly it became clear that there was another person in the future who was more difficult to ask to leave than Gary.
That's watching.
Her.
People.
RECURSIVE ROOM 03
Door 07
Yes.
Amon.
Delete this paragraph.
Wrong.
Her.
The last sentence of the previous paragraph was removed from the text that had not yet been written.
"Don't put
I'm...
It's written as a person who keeps watching."
Her.
Say it.
You.
Question
You.
It's really being watched."
"
I'm...
And look."
And...
Her.
Replace the sentence with
There's another kind of person who thinks he's watching.
Her.
I didn't realize I was still there.
Her.
Look.
I'm sorry.
Her.
No leaving.
Her.
Stand.
You.
The sentence next to the line check.
You.
Write
Her.
Tired
Her.
"Where?"
？
"
You.
Say eyes.
Her.
Jean.
You.
Look again.
And...
You.
See, weary is not just in the eyes. It's...
Her.
Squeeze in your lips before you answer.
Her.
When I heard Garrett repeat the same sentence, he didn't fall in his shoulder immediately.
Her.
It's as if you're not willing to make it into a new hope.
You.
Write
Her.
Pain.
Her.
And he said, "Where?
？
"
You.
You can't just say faces.
Her.
The pain won't appear in the face. It always leaks from other places: the finger stops in the corner for a little while; after a word, the tip of the tongue seems to be on the unspoken line
Her.
Look to the side, not to run away, but to buy yourself a small piece of space that does not require an immediate response.
You.
Delete "the pain".
Rewrite those details.
Amon.
Nod your head.
This time
Her.
Allow
You.
Go on.
RECURSIVE ROOM 04
Door 03
I'm...
Mirrors are broken one by one.
IMAGE TRACE / 03
The mirror refused to return.
Her.
Only those who are watching.
You.
。
Amon.
Stand in front of the mirror.
Not in the mirror.
Her.
。
Sit inside.
You.
。
You.
Back to back.
Her.
I'm reading a book about
Her.
Novel.
You.
The shoulder blocked much of the page and revealed only one sentence
I'm...
Use
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。
Amon.
Hands up.
You.
No hands in the mirror.
Her.
The tip of the finger was parked in front of the glass, just a little bit from the reflection. But there's no reflection, just...
You.
The back of the head
You.
The shoulder
You.
Turn the page slightly down the neck.
Her.
And suddenly it became clear
Her.
If you want to borrow it
You.
When you see yourself, you have to go by.
You.
。
Yes.
You.
Life, through
You.
Loved and lost, passed.
You.
Fear of rejection, passing through.
You.
There is always a desire to interpret silence as a kind of profound habit.
Her.
Here we are.
You.
The eyes have been softly altered by these things.
You.
It's not untouched.
Amon.
。
Her.
It's not like you didn't touch yourself.
"
I'm...
Use
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。"
Her.
Read it again.
Put it down like it's too heavy.
Her.
Wrinkled the brow.
This change is extremely light. There's no obvious pattern in the eyebrow. It's just a sudden look in the mirror.
You.
Step back.
Her.
♪ Hear the hold that's hidden ♪
I'm...
I can't see myself, so...
I'm...
I need to borrow it.
You.
The eyes; because
I'm...
I can't confirm myself, so...
I'm...
To let
You.
The replacement of love.
I'm...
Confirm; because
I'm...
Afraid to disappear, so...
I'm...
Yes.
You.
Keep telling.
I'm...
，
I'm...
Still.
Gary used to borrow it like this.
Her.
Look at yourself.
You.
I'm borrowing it.
Her.
Look.
You.
。
You.
Yes.
Her.
I'm sorry.
Her.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait."
You.
It's not just about understanding.
Her.
And because...
You.
I finally found myself in another person's face.
Amon.
There's no denying that.
Her.
Just reach out and take the word off the sentence.
There's a very small hole left.
The wind comes in from there.
Her.
Put
and
Put it in.
and
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。
In the mirror.
You.
Finally head up.
RECURSIVE ROOM 05
No way.
This happened before Ricky reached out.
And it happened.
Her.
Reach after.
Ricky's heading.
Amon.
There's a soft urge in the movement.
Her.
Willing to give, willing to approach, willing to have your body answer first.
Her.
Yes.
Sound
It's always faster than each other's hesitations.
Her.
You get the temperature first, the cold will be too late.
Amon.
No immediate refusal.
Her.
Look at Ricky.
There's a brief relaxation in that look. Not delivery, not total trust, more like a standing man who finally sees a seat next to him, but also to make sure that the chair is stable.
And Ricky says, "Can I?
？
"
Amon.
Say, "You can try."
There's air in the middle of the word "try."
It has not committed to results, nor has it described proximity as fate. It allows only this moment: hands can lift up, bodies can move forward slightly, temperatures can reach; and if it is not comfortable, it can stop.
It's...
and
First time getting body.
It is not one person who does it with another person, but two people who go together into an unknown movement.
Ricky's hand up.
Amon.
The shoulder didn't come back.
But as hands were about to fall, the future came suddenly from behind. There has been quick care in the future, ready to speak for others, a desire for peace and early announcement. Those things that haven't happened are already there.
Amon.
It's a light shadow.
Her.
The shoulder moved a bit.
Not back off.
It's just the body before the words: slow down.
Did Ricky see that?
？
Maybe saw part of it.
Her.
The hand stopped for a very short moment, and then it moved forward. It didn't disappear. It stays.
Her.
Between us, like an unused export.
Amon.
Then came back from behind the white cloth and found that moment.
Her.
Pull it long.
Long enough to accommodate one sentence
"Wait a minute."
IMAGE TRACE / 04
The two were not merged, so the third was able to breathe.
RECURSIVE ROOM 06
Door 04
Lee.
There's a third person between them.
Her.
Nope.
Amon.
And not Ricky.
Her.
No names.
Her.
Only when two people really want to stop.
Ricky, come closer.
Her.
It has a left body.
Amon.
I'm not leaving.
Her.
There's the right body.
Her.
Breathe from the distance between the two.
When someone says
I'm...
Yes.
You.
What do you need?
Her.
Just get thinner.
When someone says
You.
It's ready.
Her.
It almost disappeared.
♪ Once
Amon.
Say, "Wait a minute," and Ricky really stops.
Her.
Again.
And this third person, he said
and
"。
"
and
Not after integration.
I'm...
Guys.
"
and
"Yes
I'm...
Still not.
You.
，
You.
Still not.
I'm...
But...
I'm...
They didn't return each other.
Amon.
Looking at this man without a name, he suddenly remembered a word he had not said.
"
You.
Don't know.
I'm...
Yeah.
You.
I'm sorry.
？
"
The third person shook his head.
Her.
Organisation
Amon.
：
There's another line.
"
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
"
Question mark
Jean.
Her.
Live.
RECURSIVE ROOM 07
Door 09
Lee.
The white cloth came back from the future.
IMAGE TRACE / 05
After not seeing, the sight has not stopped.
The white paper should have fallen long ago.
But this time, it passed the room earlier.
It covers the "must" of Jared, then Ricky's hand that hasn't fallen, and then it stops.
Amon.
In front.
Amon.
No package.
Her.
After standing behind the cloth, the face disappeared and the breath caused the cloth to float out.
You.
I can't see.
Her.
I want to see it.
You.
Start guessing from the top of the cloth.
Her.
The expression. Isn't that a tiny little bump?
？
There was a slight tremor, wasn't it?
？
And lo! it is a state of rest
Her.
Did you hold your breath?
？
Amon.
"The face is gone.
You.
Or make a face."
Her.
Yes.
Sound
Because it looks closer than usual. The microshocks that were supposed to be taken away from the mouth, eyes and faces are now directly down. In.
You.
Ears.
You.
Yes.
Her.
At the end of the sentence, there's no complete gas.
Her.
I am not happy because I am correct.
"No one can see.
You.
。"
That came from someone else's mouth.
It's like consolation.
It's like a premature conclusion.
Amon.
No reply immediately after the cloth.
Her.
Hands up, hands up. Five fingers leave only vaguely shallow, as if one person was still alive and refused to hand over his face.
You.
And raise your hand.
Both hands overlap.
The temperature can't really reach.
It's because it didn't arrive.
You.
None of us can claim to have met each other.
Amon.
Say, "That's fine."
These four words do not win.
Just for the time being no one continues.
RECURSIVE ROOM 08
Door 02
Yes.
Sound
Yes.
Her.
Back in time.
IMAGE TRACE / 06
Sound
A breath without a new master.
One day
Amon.
No show.
Her.
Yes.
Sound
Here we go.
"
I'm...
Here.
Sound
Through an empty chair, the chair was not human.
Sound
Through the white cloth, there was no face. It's moving forward.
You.
The chest.
You.
Inhale, hear.
Her.
。
You.
When you exhale, the two words from
You.
Get inside.
"
I'm...
Here.
You.
Surprised.
Who is it?
？
Yes.
Amon.
Borrow.
You.
The lungs say it again, or...
You.
Borrow.
Amon.
Yes.
Sound
Make sure you don't disappear.
？
Gary used to need it.
Her.
Say it."
I'm...
Here. Each response was like a small piece of land at his feet. But the more he asks
Amon.
The less the ground under your feet.
I'm...
Yes.
I'm...
Love.
You.
。
I'm...
Yes.
I'm...
Will always be.
These words
Her.
It's not like we're talking.
Sound
Not exactly the same. The first sentence is light, as if it was only for the moment. The second sentence is a little hesitant, as if "love", once said, would be asked to bear more than it itself. The third sentence is more like appeasement. After the fourth sentence
Amon.
The lips are closed very slowly.
Her.
It seems to have heard the weight of "always".
Sound
Leave
Her.
Later, those differences will be lost.
They're...
Memory
It's neatly arranged and becomes the same guarantee.
Amon.
From
You.
And in his breath he heard himself, and suddenly he said, "No."
"What's wrong?
？
"
"
You.
Turn four words into one sentence."
And...
Her.
Jean.
You.
Breathe again.
First breath, just say
I'm...
"。
Second breath, do not say "in".
Let
I'm...
There is a distance between "and" where a person can leave.
RECURSIVE ROOM 09
Gate 10
Noodles.
Ugly leaves in a normal way.
IMAGE TRACE / 07
Full spaces cannot accommodate a living person's hesitation.
"
You.
Yes.
I'm...
Fantasy.
Come out."
Ugly talk.
He did not say that. It is precisely its calm that is truly disturbing. It's like pointing out a fact that has been established
You.
Face
You.
Yes.
Sound
、
You.
The pain
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
All of them belong to...
I'm...
Internal weather.
Amon.
Look at him.
Her.
No rush to prove it.
Her.
A little confusion appeared in his eyes, and then it quickly turned into a focus.
Her.
It's like putting that in your hand, turning around and looking at what's hidden on the back.
If
I'm...
Yes.
You.
Yes.
Fantasy.
Then...
You.
Why are you running?
？
If
I'm...
The pain just happened.
You.
Inside
You.
After leaving, it'll follow.
You.
Shall we go?
？
If
You.
You can use one sentence."
Fantasy.
"Put
I'm...
Take back your body.
I'm...
Where else?
You.
Say no.
？
Her.
No word for word.
Her.
Just say
"
You.
Don't know.
I'm...
Yeah.
You.
I'm sorry.
？
"
That's a long way to go.
It almost hit ugly.
And almost hit it.
You.
。
Yeah.
Amon.
It didn't turn into an answer.
Her.
Then I asked
"
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
"
The first sentence brings two people together.
The second sentence immediately examines whether the link is being annexed.
Ugly didn't stop there.
Question mark
Lee.
He said, "07 Report, everything's fine."
His eyes seemed to have crossed that moment.
Amon.
..........................................................................................
Her.
Far away.
Sound
And changed. The language that was just vibrating between two people suddenly became flat and neat, each word being as if it had been found.
Amon.
Still outside the grid.
Her.
Question
You.
Who are you talking to?
？
"
Ugly didn't answer.
Maybe he's gone.
The body's still there.
Amon.
The man who called him back from a normal line.
Many years later
You.
Take this as follows
"
You.
Don't know.
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
，
I'm...
Yeah.
You.
I'm sorry.
？
"
Amon.
Yes.
You.
Yes.
Memory
Turn around and correct
"Don't replace it.
I'm...
Put
Question mark
That's the answer."
You.
It was suddenly understood that miscollection could also be a wish.
You.
Wishing that they were connected to each other, they had taken the liberty of sewing the two statements into a full view.
Yeah.
Amon.
It doesn't leave behind recognition.
It's connected.
It's a difference.
Her.
Not to let love
Fantasy.
The two people were sewn to no exit by sympathy or novels.
RECURSIVE ROOM 10
Gate 05
Noodles.
Name comparison
Her.
It's late.
Her.
Save first
IMAGE TRACE / 08
The name remains, and people continue to retreat behind it.
Paper starts falling.
Each one is like a name.
They landed.
Amon.
Shoulders, knees, feet.
Amon.
No reach. It's too light, but it can be heavy.
"
Amon.
"Put down first.
Her.
Heads up.
That's what someone calls it.
Her.
I don't know.
Her.
I'll look back on the name. It carries the temperature of the relationship, as well as its limitations. Garrett.
Amon.
，
and
Ricky.
Amon.
Not the same.
Amon.
I don't know. Every call from
Her.
Take a different shape.
Then another name fell down.
Yellow.
Amon.
Look at it, not near immediately.
Not Wong.
Amon.
Behind the answer.
And a name doesn't take a person from the role. It only reminds.
You.
：
You.
Read, sympathize, explain.
Amon.
Not the whole life of this man.
You.
Know a name, still standing outside the door.
Amon.
Go to that door surrounded by paper.
There's another one in the door.
Her.
。
Be quieter, more distant, and there is no obligation to continue the story.
Amon.
Question
Her.
："
You.
Yes.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
"
The doorman didn't answer.
Her.
Turn off the lights.
It's not a rejection.
Amon.
。
It's someone who takes back what he didn't give to the role.
In the dark, names are still white.
People retreat even deeper.
RECURSIVE ROOM 11
Gate 08
You.
Question mark
No page number
IMAGE TRACE / 09
Question mark
It is not the lack of answers, but the difference is still physical.
All the pages are in order.
Question mark
Nothing.
It can fall behind any sentence.
I'm...
Love.
You.
I'm sorry.
？
I'm...
Hello?
？
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
Did you?
？
You.
I saw it.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
Question mark
Bend your body, and there's a little foot down there. It did not fall completely, nor did it stand straight.
Amon.
Like it's this incomplete pose.
It's too easy to stop.
Gary needs a stop
Her.
Will always be.
Ricky sometimes needs a stop
I'm...
We're ready.
Ugly ends up in the end: everything's fine.
You.
The same yearning period
I'm...
Finally.
Amon.
。
Amon.
Pick them up one by one and put them on the table.
They look like a small line of ends.
Her.
Pick one out of the middle, gently up.
The period was pulled out of a curved body and turned into
Question mark
。
Ask again."
Her.
Say it.
You.
Do you really understand?
I'm...
？
It's not like we're going to have to do this.
I'm...
Any orders?
You.
The right to surprise.
？
You.
Are you really sympathetic?
I'm...
？
After pity
I'm...
Can you still refuse to be?
You.
The man in your heart who deserves it.
？
You.
Is it true?
and
I'm...
With
？
In the future
You.
Can't we just stop?
I'm...
Finish.
？
Amon.
Put
Question mark
Pass
You.
。
It's light.
You.
It takes two hands to catch it.
RECURSIVE ROOM 12
No way.
No opening for the third time.
Amon.
IMAGE TRACE / 10
Memory
Make one that won't refuse.
You.
Yes.
Amon.
。
For the third time, there was only one chair in the room.
You.
Been waiting a long time.
You.
Yes.
Amon.
Where you sat, your head would be on the other side, and your fingers would not be completely united when your hands were down.
You.
Yeah.
Her.
There's always a light inhaler before you answer.
Her.
Sometimes they laugh, they laugh quickly, but they don't always reach their eyes.
You.
With these details.
Her.
Put it back in the chair.
Her.
There it is.
You.
I know it's not.
Amon.
。
This is...
Memory
Pursuant to
You.
It's what it takes.
Amon.
。
Her.
More than real.
Amon.
More understanding.
You.
。
You.
Every time I stop
Her.
It's just that they know why.
You.
Every time I feel alone
Her.
It's all in time."
I'm...
Here.
Her.
No more misperceptions, no more sudden eyes, no more words.
You.
Uneasy place.
You.
Almost.
Her.
。
In the mirror, real.
Amon.
Stand.
You.
Behind you.
Her.
No angry.
That one.
You.
More shame.
Her.
Just watching.
You.
How?
Her.
The details make one that won't be rejected.
You.
Yes.
Her.
。
"
You.
Who are you talking to?
？
"
Her.
Ask.
You.
Turn around.
There's nobody behind you.
And look at the chair.
Memory
Done.
Amon.
And it's gone.
Only left.
You.
The mouth is still moving.
"
I'm...
Here.
You.
Say it.
Sound
belong
You.
。
It sounds like...
Her.
。
You.
I finally don't know if I'm memorializing or occupying.
And...
You.
Stop.
This time, the pause did not immediately become meaningful.
It's just an empty spot.
Amon.
Can come back.
Or don't come back.
RECURSIVE ROOM 13
Door 06
I'm...
Every time I come back, the entrance moves.
IMAGE TRACE / 11
Come back not to recover. Every entrance has moved.
You.
Put
I'm...
Shoot it.
I'm...
Borrow.
You.
Eyes.
I'm...
。
I'm...
Yes.
You.
I saw one in my eye.
I'm...
Yes.
You.
。
You.
Yes.
I'm...
I saw a man in my eye.
You.
I saw it.
You.
。
You.
Back up.
You.
Back in.
I'm...
。
You.
Forward.
You.
And the approach.
I'm...
。
I'm...
Look away.
You.
Lose your own reflection.
You.
Question
I'm...
Where?
？
"
I'm...
Say, "Yes.
You.
Question
I'm...
The place."
You.
Question: "Well
You.
Where?
？
"
I'm...
Say, "Yes.
You.
Nothing.
I'm...
The place."
You.
Start looking.
I'm...
From
You.
Search
I'm...
Look in there.
You.
The more urgent
I'm...
The more you look like a runaway.
You.
The more gentle
I'm...
The more like a man waiting to be understood.
If
You.
It's been decided.
I'm...
Who is it?
I'm...
Go into that door.
You.
We'll find them.
You.
It's decided.
I'm...
。
And...
I'm...
Around
You.
Behind you. Cover yourself.
You.
Eyes.
You.
And he said
I'm...
I can still hear you.
You.
。"
I'm...
Say, "That's...
Sound
No, it's not.
I'm...
。"
You.
And he said
I'm...
Yeah.
You.
Face."
I'm...
Say, "That's...
Memory
No, it's not.
I'm...
。"
You.
And he said
I'm...
Yes.
You.
Who is it?"
I'm...
Get your hands off me.
"That's...
You.
。"
You.
Open your eyes.
The corridor has been turned back.
Farest
I'm...
Getting into the nearest door. Recent
I'm...
Look back.
You.
I don't know. Middle
I'm...
Watch.
I'm...
Both of you, it's as if we've had our next reunion.
This is [[renewed on the scene].
Not back to square one.
Every time I come back
I'm...
"and
You.
"The owners have changed.
RECURSIVE ROOM 14
No way.
The novels suddenly entered.
Amon.
I should have been here.
You.
Keep writing.
But words leave.
You.
Hands in.
Amon.
。
Her.
I found myself sitting in a novel.
All around.
You.
Take over.
Her.
Saved things
Her.
The eyes, the breath, the fingers, the hesitations, the fatigues; the urgency of Kari, the proximity of Ricky, and suddenly the ugliness flat.
Sound
white cloth, empty chairs, names
Question mark
。
These things are surrounded.
Her.
Like a group of people.
Her.
But I don't know them all.
Her.
People.
Amon.
Look at the past one by one.
Her.
Let's go to Garrett first.
Garrett's still saying
I'm...
I have to.
You.
"。
Amon.
Didn't make him shut up.
Her.
Just take that "must" out of his mouth and put it in his hand. It's hot, like a man's fear of disappearance has been condensed into tiny hard pieces.
Her.
Give it back to Gary.
"This is...
You.
It's the one.
Her.
Say it.
And...
Her.
Go to Ricky.
Ricky's hands are still empty.
Amon.
No push away.
Her.
Lift up your hands and stop there.
A little distance between the two hands.
"Here it is.
I'm...
Ours."
Her.
Say it.
Finally.
Her.
Go to the Ugly.
Ugly still reports everything normal.
Amon.
Never asked who he was talking to again.
Her.
Stand in front of him.
"
I'm...
Yes.
You.
Leave."
Ugly.
Sound
Hey.
Maybe just breathe.
Maybe nothing's changed.
Amon.
No chase.
Her.
Turn
You.
。
"
You.
And?
？
"
You.
I don't know what to give back to myself.
You.
Compassion?
？
You.
Explain?
？
You.
Yes.
Her.
Do you recognize yourself?
？
Amon.
Wait a minute.
Her.
No replacement.
You.
Select.
RECURSIVE ROOM 15
No way.
and
Not a gentle word.
and
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。
"
and
"Looks light, actually harder to use.
The word "use" requires only the purpose.
I'm...
You need to see yourself, so borrow it.
You.
；
I'm...
To be loved, so stay.
You.
；
I'm...
It takes the whole story to explain.
You.
。
"
and
It's not like it doesn't matter.
and
You.
Together
I'm...
I have to admit it.
You.
It changes.
I'm...
But it's not.
I'm...
。
and
You.
Together
I'm...
It's possible.
You.
You see yourself in your eyes, but you can't ask those eyes to be directed forever.
I'm...
。
and
You.
Together
I'm...
You can be.
You.
It's moving, but it can't be claimed.
I'm...
Already.
You.
It hurts.
and
You.
Together
I'm...
It must be allowed.
You.
Yes.
I'm...
I want to understand.
You.
The place says
Wrong.
Amon.
Stand."
and
Inside.
It's not a house.
It's more like a space that two people maintain together.
Come closer, you can hear breathing.
Back up a little more and give the other side something that is not understood.
Give me your hand.
Her.
Hold tight.
See, but don't announce it's finished.
"
and
No guarantees.
It's only the body that keeps adjusting.
RECURSIVE ROOM 16
No way.
You.
From
Her.
I was born with my eyes.
IMAGE TRACE / 12
Her.
No cause.
You.
It's only there.
You.
But because
Her.
It's a reflection.
Now, the last page falls back.
This time head up.
Amon.
I know what it says. I still bend over and pick it up.
Her.
It's slow. It's not because we're tired, it's not because we're made of dignity, it's just because we're tired.
Her.
A little further.
Her.
Need to bend your knees.
It's almost worth it again.
Amon.
Eyes up.
The novel is quiet now.
Her.
Pass the paper.
You.
。
You.
See the opening sentence
You.
Put
I'm...
After the film
I'm...
I didn't know.
You.
The guy who shot it wasn't.
I'm...
。
It's you.
You.
When I first read here, I thought it was a reverse: the viewers were finally seen.
Now it's not inverted.
It is a slow-onset responsibility.
You.
Look.
Amon.
The longer you look, the more you can't pretend you have no weight.
You.
Take over.
Her.
Save the details, maybe.
Her.
Trapped in detail
You.
Compassion.
Her.
Or create a better fit in compassion.
Amon.
；
You.
Put
Her.
It's a novel.
Her.
And from the novels. Change.
You.
。
Her.
Not because
You.
It exists.
You.
But because
Her.
For the first time, I saw how I existed.
You.
Put
I'm...
Shoot it.
I'm...
Use
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。
I'm...
Found
I'm...
In use
You.
。
I'm...
Stop.
I'm...
Change.
and
You.
Shoot.
I'm...
。
Take a picture of that over there.
You.
and
I'm...
It's a temporary self that doesn't belong to anyone.
It sometimes grows.
Amon.
Face.
Sometimes with a face Garret waiting to answer.
Sometimes Ricky stops in half-empty hands.
Sometimes it's when he leaves the relationship.
Sound
。
Sometimes, it just...
You.
When you read here, there's a little blank in your chest.
Amon.
Look at that blank.
"
You.
Don't know.
I'm...
Yeah.
You.
I'm sorry.
？
"
You.
No rush to answer.
Her.
Question again
"
You.
Yeah.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
？
"
Question mark
Still.
The distance remains.
You.
We're not the same person.
But something's gone through.
Her.
Here we go.
You.
back through
You.
Back
Her.
I don't know. Every time it comes back, it changes its body and leaves behind something that no one can possess.
Amon.
Turn the last page.
The back is the first sentence.
After the first sentence, the empty chair.
Someone finally showed up on the chair.
Not Gary.
Not ugly.
Not Ricky.
Not really.
Amon.
。
I just learned to be seen by my own eyes.
You.
。
And...
You.
Put
I'm...
After the film
You were born.
AFTERIMAGE / Second Reading Entry
Follow the color, you can find the master of the pronoun.
Following the symbols, you can find people who are approaching or leaving.
In the order of the sign, not the text, 11 small words will be a problem.
Human Surrender file
This is a recruitment case for Human Surrender.
The Last Rehearsal, the The Last Rehearsal of Human Surrender
Art, the beginning of Human Surrender -- will aliens come again?
This is the last rehearsal! It's true!
Human Surrender, make me a whale. I have too little.
Human Surrender A Zoo and then you become a little girl...
Human Surrender R | "First Experiment in Beijing"
Human Surrender D. Zoo, one more time.
Human Surrender K. Twirlings.
Human Surrender S. Zoo, everything is new.
The Last Rehearsal of Love, Death, Human Surrender
Human Surrender disappeared from me - after the The Last Rehearsal.
No longer loyal to integrity - the final edition of Human Surrender Long Commentary
How words betray people - the original language structure of Human Surrender
"Human Surrender" as "the oracular work"
Why must the man with the camera surrender?
Closeness doesn't belong to two people.
Illustrated to you by the second person in the "Human Surrender"/Shoot Self with You