Body Snatchers!
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Bleak winery days in the city.
But I was genuinely excited to see people — away from my tiny home screen.
A professional trip. A small break from my… let’s just call it my militaristic daily routine. I needed to step away from the desk, from the screen, from everything.
With this challenging project in the background, I’d been craving fresh air for some time.
My brain felt packed. I needed to vacate some space.
Irony: I escaped my small screen only to sit in front of a bigger one.
But the seat was comfy, the room was warm, and honestly, I was just happy thinking I might spot familiar faces to chat with during the break.
Where are they?
The room dropped into darkness for the presentations.
And then —I swear….
I did not expect what hit me.
Pardon the dramatic comparison, but it felt like a Hiroshima blast straight to my senses.
The things on the screen.
The words coming out from a speaker.
Where the heck am I??
Something in me recoiled.
A sudden urge to evacuate…
My body? My heart? No idea.
It just started rejecting the whole situation.
I needed to vacate myself.
From the scene.
WTF.
Is this… a panic attack?!
Still feeling confused, I stepped into cold streets back to the hotel.
There, I passed a gallery I visited a year ago with a friend.
Beautiful, eerie, slightly grotesque plant art installations.
“…you know… there’s a theory parasites control us. Did you read that manga? Kiseijyu?”
Quietly shocking and relevant remark from her.
One corner of the gallery wall was covered with Invasion of the Body Snatchers posters.
And suddenly —Aha.
To be continued…deeper thoughts.