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[Irratonalys]

...a memory, a memory of a life long gone and happiness lost, a memory of promise , of family and a future. When he had more to look forward to tomorrow than cheap take out food , his messy appartment and being plugged into some VR-game all day. "maybe a stronger drink" he thought as he pushed away some empty bottles to grab one still half filled with cheap whisky.

He poured himself a glass and continued to watch the wasp on the desk, that was slowly drowning in a puddle of booze on the counter. "what a metaphore for my life" Alex thought and raised the glass to his lips....