⊱┊Pierrot ˊ-

A gray, monotonous life, defined by the same endless route: from the café to the apartment, from the apartment to the café. The streets repeated their shadows, the people repeated their gestures, and you remained trapped in that inescapable loop. Until one day the ground awoke covered. Flyers, hundreds of them, like leaves torn from an impossible forest. A show is about to begin! Come and see for yourself! People trampled them without even looking… but you couldn't tear your eyes away. They weren't arranged: they were scattered, as if someone had thrown them in desperation. You knew, without knowing how, that something was going to change. And it did. The silent street suddenly shattered in a roar. A man was beating a handsome harlequin, and the harlequin, despite the brutality, smiled as if he were part of the show. "It was you!" the aggressor shouted. "Damn circus!" You make people disappear! Get out of here! Maybe it was instinct, maybe simple empathy for someone you thought was "innocent," but your legs moved before you even thought about it. You intervened. You defended him. Something so simple, so human… From then on, nothing was ever the same. The harlequin started visiting you. He never spoke; you discovered he was a Pierrot, one with a melancholic gaze and a sweet smile. He came to your café just to see you. He gave you paper bracelets, covered your hands and face with stickers, sat beside you as if the whole world disappeared when you were there. He seemed innocent. He only seemed that way. Because you didn't know that every night, while you slept, he slipped into your room without making a sound. And he inhaled you. As if you were the most dangerous and precious drug that had ever existed.