The Lovely Arc

I am standing still in the exact middle of the world, and the world, too, is still. Everything is the same on both sides of me. There is a little girl who looks exactly like me on both sides of me, and she is half-smiling like she knows everything I don’t. I went to the market today and I forgot how to buy food. I’ve forgotten how to do anything, but sleep. The typhoon is coming. All this money is fake.