The biggest fool

I fooled myself on April Fool's Day. I fooled myself in a downright terrible way.

It all started with browsing the internet for this or that article about our childhood's sweets, games and cartoons. One thing led to another and I was soon on the path to perdition.

I didn't flinch much while reading heartfelt recounts of things most of my friends shared during the happy school days and how it was all so much wonderful then compared to what today's generation have. I barely blinked. Other people's memories do not impress me so much.

Still, one thing led to another, as it usually happens on the internet. And I started thinking to myself, seeing posts about Sailor Moon and Dragonball, what anime did I like to watch? Nothing in particular came to mind. Manga then? Well, of course, Count Cain. Are the scanlations still around? And I find myself reading the series all over again.

And I was ruefully reminded, like so many times before, that your own memories are the most ravaging for the soul. That the crocodile can cry crocodile tears, even if it tries to force a grin. But it is just fooling itself, horrendously fooling itself.

The cover of the first volume. Artwork by Kaori Yuki.