This is exactly the moment when the protagonist is sick of all that’s happening around him/her. all the nonsense that is fed into the mouth of a generation as a universal definitions of ‘what’s, ‘why’s, ‘when’s and ‘where’s.
The protagonist grabs a bottle of rum and starts sipping from it. He/she is producing some vivid thoughts about the collapse of the whole value systems, ideology, the human perception of himself, the human perception of the world; and he continues plotting it.
The next morning he wakes up next to the village whore, semi-sober.
come on protagonist… :-“
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