/lit/ - Literature

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Happy reincarnation man thought about his plight. The thought was grim.

It didn't seem likely he'd be attending seminary today. It didn't seem likely soon. In fact. happy reincarnation man would, he realized. probably never attend seminary. At very least, he knew most seminarians he knew were never spread out across a barren field, with only a bird for comfort. Why was he like this?

Obviously, there were the screams. You can't miss screams, but happy reincarnation man knew screams for attention were to be ignored. "Don't let them get to you and they'll speak like adults," he'd often remind his wife. Screams are too close, too far, too loud. His ears still rung a little. Maybe they were in a similar situation to him. He hoped not. Feeling this bad in a group would be more tolerable, but he didn't have the heart to wish it on somebody else. It was pretty achey.

"Such a nice bird", he said to himself as his sight begins to glaze.

Happy reincarnation man hears a final scream as he prepares for his nap, so loud it breaks through his internal filter for a moment. Something about drifting.

"How childish," he whispers.

Happy Reincarnation man slept soundly.