Age of Clowns

Late night, Gotham.

Sudden heavy rain and strong winds flooded this huge city.

Black rain with a faint smell of smoke was falling in the sky, covering up everything that could be seen or heard before. It seemed to also cover up all the sins. Only the faintest sound could be heard in the ears. The sound of raindrops makes me feel the coldness buried deep in my heart in the wind and rain...

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the ruins of the street. He was wearing a shabby gray coat, and his thin figure shuttled through the dripping rainy night.

His long hair was sticky on his cheeks, and his eye sockets were sunken. He walked forward sluggishly, passed through a dark corridor, and returned home. He was Arthur.

Stepping on the slightly dilapidated elevator, Arthur did not go home this time. He looked to the side of Taylor Swift's home and found that her door was not closed today. Arthur walked over slowly and gently Pushed open her door.

The room glowed with a warm firelight. Although it was a little small, it was very warm. Arthur stretched out his right hand, gently touched the clothes hanging on the wall, and used his nose to smell the body fragrance left on the clothes.

Arthur walked over and touched every corner of the room, walls, tables, and sofas, feeling every ounce of warmth it could bring him.

Finally, Arthur sat down on the sofa and collapsed on the sofa, as if he was relieved of all his fatigue.

for a long time.

"It's time to go to sleep..." A woman's voice came from the room. Taylor Swift was accompanying her daughter. She looked at her daughter, gently turned off the light, and put on her Door, turn around.

"Oh my God!! Who are you??" Taylor Swift looked at the man sitting on the sofa in her home in surprise.

"Did you enter the wrong apartment?"

"You are? Your name is Arthur, right? You live at the end of the corridor. I beg you to leave."

"My young daughter is sleeping in the next room right now."

"Please leave quickly, please..." Taylor Swift didn't dare to look at Arthur, as if he was a stranger?

"I'm having a rough day today. My life is very uncomfortable." Arthur lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"Then...who do you want me to call? Is your mother at home now?" Taylor Swift said to Arthur tremblingly.

.….….….….

Arthur's lowered head slowly raised, he looked sideways at Taylor Swift, and slowly raised his right hand, pointing it at his head as if pointing a gun. , countless pictures flashed through my mind, as if everything became clear.

.….….….….

“One of the worst things about being mentally ill is people expecting you to pretend you’re not sick.”

After writing, Arthur laughed from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Arthur stood up, casually put on a long-sleeved shirt, and walked towards the door.

"Oh..." Opening the door, there was nothing outside.

"Hi..." Arthur looked at it for a long time and said to the air.

"Yes." Arthur said strangely again

Arthur smiled into the air again and said, "Okay, I happen to have a gun. I can continue to visit tomorrow."

"Yeah, yes, you know, I'm a stand-up comedian. If you have a chance, you can come and watch my performance." Arthur invited to the air.

Arthur walked out of the door and looked at the empty corridor. He seemed to be in a trance. Arthur shouted loudly: "Hey, can you tell me your name?"

After a long time, Arthur returned home and closed the door

.….….….….….….

At the door of the club, Arthur, who had just been insulted by a group of people, actually smiled and said thank you to everyone. After walking out of the door, Arthur stretched out his right hand as if pulling something, and slowly left the place. .

Arthur was walking alone in the busy city at night, constantly talking to the air beside him.

He was sitting in the exquisitely decorated restaurant, tasting delicious food, and chatting about his dreams to the empty seats...

.…….….….….

In the early morning, a weak light shone in the ward, giving the dim ward some faint light. Arthur sat alone on the sofa in the ward, looking at Penny on the bed, with a look of desolation and fatigue on his face.

"Okay...she will be fine..." Arthur nodded blankly to the sofa, picked up the coffee he just bought and said to the sofa: "Thank you for the coffee. ….….….”

.…….….….….

All memories seemed to have returned to their original point, and everything was shattered instantly. Arthur put his right hand to his head and uttered:

“Bang….….….”