As I walked into the room, I asked the person next to me what I had missed for I was really tired the previous class. I got no response. I sat down in the front row of the classroom as everyone was handed out a piece of paper. On the upper half of the paper, a box was drawn and above it the directions: “What are some things you can do to help someone who is feeling suicidal?” My mind was hazy so I scribbled some words within the box without any particular form or order. I was writing using different color pencils and even started stitching messages onto bits of cloth to put into the printed rectangle.

Our Internet connection was suddenly cut off and we couldn’t figure out the reason why. We looked at the router and my dad said, “whatever we do, we are not selling that. That’s exactly what they’re trying to make us do.” I looked at the phone number printed on the sticker on the underside: 77-22. When I took out my phone, I got a “CMC Emergency Message” pop up in red. I called the number and when it was picked up, all I got in response was an, “ei. ei. ei.”

I walked to my brother’s room but the door closed when I approached it even though he was sitting at his desk. I went back to my own room and laid down in the dark. A group of people came into my room to set up some kind of kiddie pool on the bed. One of them sitting next to me asked if I regretted my past.

I walked into the library to return a stack of books but when the receptionist checked them I realized I had left a notebook and school ID card in the stack. I picked them out while the person backed out from his desk and started dancing on the spot. I looked through the glass doors behind me and saw a withered tree with a screen in front of it that displayed where its cherry blossoms would have been.

It was time for lunch as I walked down to the music classrooms. I strolled past the empty white cubbies when I met a friend who was particularly bored. He complained that he didn’t know what to do. I suggested watching the only movie on a USB stick of unknown origin. It turned out to be a movie about the life of a butcher at a market. The other files in the memory stick were all of the digital assets used such as the interfaces and images on the screens in the movie.

The plane landed for a short layover somewhere in China. I walked out of the airport even though my next flight was boarding soon. As I walked down the stairs I ended up lining up for a rather crowded stall selling lunchboxes. I wasn’t sure what I wanted so I called for a custom order with chicken and curry over rice. I cancelled the order for beef and fish after realizing it would have been way too much. When I finished ordering, there was only about 20 minutes left before I had to board. I picked up my food when my number (61) was called and the person handing it to me asked how I managed to order the chicken with curry. I told her it was a custom order and walked away.

I was walking through the house until I noticed that I was in the middle of a game on my computer screen. We were just about to lose and I had no memory of ever starting the game. “Who logged me in?” I asked.

I sat up from bed and looked out of the window directly adjacent to me. There were a bunch on tourists aboard the boat in rather rough waters. I couldn’t tell if they were trying to look in but I pulled the curtains shut anyways. I went back to my nap.

It late at night and the supermarket was closing up soon. We were about to leave but I wandered off to another section of the store until I ended up in a mostly empty area. Along the perimeter there were large windows opening to empty storage spaces. I walked along the metal frames until people called my name from above. They were hanging out on the top empty shelf and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I climbed up and landed onto a bed with dark grey sheets. There was a window on one side to the morning street outside.

It was late out as we walked onto the roof. “I could cry”