La vie d'Inho

Inho is craving for a cigarette. He urges for it. Once Inho feels the cold breeze his heart stops for two or three beats and then the thought comes and comes through his head like a simple harmonic movement: Should I stay or should I go ?

And, as we know, the part of his that claims for his stay always wins. Always. And it will always win until the day his heart stops; not a single or a couple of beats, but all of them at once. This is Inho. This was Inho.

Inho is not a person, maybe there is a Inho inside of yours. I beg your pardon : there is a inner Inho in every single human which is among other humans - and there will be until the average universe temperature diverges from 3 Kelvin degrees.