Who am I?
I am an immortal.
But not just any immortal.
They call me the Sad Immortal.
Why?
I know.
But I won't tell you.
Maybe it's Monday.
Maybe Sunday.
Maybe Friday.
After living for countless years, days lose meaning.
I was once an Earthling. A fragile human. I died — just like that.
Now?
I am immortal.
I do whatever I want.
And today—
Today is fishing day.
Yes. Fishing.
You ask, "What does an immortal fish for?"
You'll know when I start.
Woo… hoo…
Strange, isn't it?
I have eternal life, yet I feel sad.
Why?
I don't know.
I am just… sad.
Sometimes I think about becoming a monk.
When I was human, I once considered it. My parents refused. After I became immortal, I thought I could finally do it.
But then I got bored.
So I didn't.
That is the problem with eternity.
Everything becomes optional.
Today, I went to see the Lady of the Lake.
A beautiful being. Calm. Divine. Irritatingly graceful.
"I want to fish in your lake," I told her.
"I don't like that," she replied.
"If you allow me," I said, "I'll marry you."
She laughed. "In your dreams."
Dreams…
Once, I dreamed of becoming supreme. Of ruling everything. I chased that dream for centuries.
I failed.
And I became sad.
So I tried again.
And failed again.
Sadness stayed.
Eventually, the Lady of the Lake allowed me to fish.
Why?
Because I proposed every day until she agreed to marry me.
After she agreed, I told her:
"You are not the only one."
She froze.
"I have many women," I continued.
"How many?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"Where are they?"
"I don't remember."
She was furious. She even tried to kill me.
But who am I?
I am immortal.
She could not kill me.
So she became sad.
And somehow…
I became sadder.
We cried together by the lake.
She asked quietly, "If one day I cannot make you happy… will you leave me too?"
"Yes."
I did not lie.
She trembled.
"Then I will make you happy for eternity."
I smiled.
Every one of my women says that.
Now, every day, I go fishing.
What do I fish?
How do I fish?
That…
is a story for another time.
Bwah… ha… ha…