The whisper comes from the corner of the room. Not from you. From the other you—the one who lives in the mold stain that looks like a map of Hokkaido.
Oyasumi.
And you press snooze .
"The call was from my mom. Or a satellite. Same thing." -Oyasumi- NHK ni Youkoso - Welcome to the NHK -
Oyasumi, oyasumi.
Your neighbor's plants have grown through the wall now. Vines wrap around your ankle. They aren't plants. They are fiber-optic cables from the NHK's basement server farm. They want to broadcast your failure. 24/7. A reality show where nothing happens. The whisper comes from the corner of the room
Oyasumi.