Stories of people who come and go
The man works at a train station in a ticket booth. He lives to pay off the debts from his previous existences. To finally end this agonizing cycle of rebirth. His mental illness is a leash on his mind. Not a penalty- just a good pull whenever he forgets about the mission to sink into humane pleasures. Why has he so many debts? You might think the man was Adolf Hitler, Mussolini, Dracula and who the fuck knows what fusion of the monsters mentioned above. The truth is the man has been much worse and better. You see, he has absolutely no personality. As in- you look into his eyes and you can only see the reflection of the train station in a faint green glow, indicating that he's pitifully alive. So, he takes on whoever's personalities thousand times a day or a year. It depends, some characters wear out faster than others. Now you can imagine- a man being thousand other men every day or year for countless existences.…
