Real Fiction / Dan Mitescu, translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru: One Hundred Years of Solitude

I killed them all. It’s all their fault. That’s how it always goes. Some of them argued constantly, they became rude and violent, and the rest of them bickered about the theory of relativity, multiverse, quantum mechanics. It was time. Then, I started getting bored. I got old. I could usually get by for a few thousand years. Now, it’s only been a hundred and I’m already over it. I should get to …