Cotard Stories

I died three years ago...One night, I believed it was on a Thursday, I shoveled a whole handful in my dry mouth and doused it down with water, toying with me like the first man and the serpent with its silver tongue that led to my downfall. The paramedics tried so hard to rescue me, but I was gone before I even dialed the number. And that was how I died three years ago.

A modern Frankenstein mixed with elements of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, this story follows Job S, a narcissistic twenty-something suffering from a bout of existential depression. Waking up from the scene of a drunken car crash Job comes to a startling revelation. He's probably dead. Based on a case of Cotard Syndrome I personally witnessed, I attempt to explore who it is that wakes up from a black out of consciousness.

Park Jimin,seorang namja dengan bibir yang selalu menyunggingkan senyuman manis setiap harinya. Setelah kejadian yang sangat tragis itu terjadi,bibir itu sangat jarang,bahkan tidak pernah menyunggingkan senyuman. . "Dia positive" . "Hei,siapa namamu?" . Min Yoongi,seorang psikiater berwajah datar di sebuah rumah sakit ternama di Seoul,dipertemukan oleh Park Jimin karena satu hal yang disebut... . Takdir . ... Jimin uke as always What is cotard? Wanna know? Check out the story!

the title describes it

Me imagino un mundo en el que podría haber sido feliz. En el que no estuviera solo. Un mundo utópico en el que todos los que quiero no estuvieran muertos. Un presente diferente. No lo sé. Soñar con eso es lo único que a éstas instancias me mantiene cuerdo, o tal vez sólo me vuelve más loco.