I. A walk through a Japanese garden
I'm walking now, very slowly. The leaves bristle as a slight breeze passes.
The trees start to shake.
No, no, I tell myself. This isn't real. And I'm snapped back into it again.
Once more, I've brought myself to do this. I never wanted it. But how can one resist? How can one deny themselves the temptation of the alluring bush?
We know it will kill us, yet we come to it again and again.
Over and over.
I can feel this stone pathway shaking a bit now. Is this related to the breeze? But what of the medication they gave me? Surely that must have something to do with it. It's not as if everything is isolated, everything apart from each other.
But then again, what am I? Where are the others? I should have seen some by now.
Surely they could not have just been chopped down as easily as the trees.
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