-oyasumi- Nhk Ni Youkoso - Welcome To The Nhk - Review

In another, you don't.

The ceiling begins to pixelate. Satou? Is that you? No—you are Satou. Or maybe you're Misaki, wearing a Satou mask. The line between savior and kidnapper is just a dotted line on a contract you never signed.

Your neighbor's plants have grown through the wall now. Vines wrap around your ankle. They aren't plants. They are fiber-optic cables from the NHK's basement server farm. They want to broadcast your failure. 24/7. A reality show where nothing happens. -Oyasumi- NHK ni Youkoso - Welcome to the NHK -

And you press snooze .

"Did you go outside today?" the stain asks. In another, you don't

You pull the blanket over your head. The blanket is a bunker. Underneath it, the world shrinks to the size of a manga panel. You hear the old woman next door watering her plants. She waters them every morning. You imagine the roots drinking, growing, plotting. She is probably a scout for the Hikikomori Eradication Project . The water is actually a pheromone that makes you want to join a cult.

The whisper comes from the corner of the room. Not from you. From the other you—the one who lives in the mold stain that looks like a map of Hokkaido. Is that you

"No."