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-There are places I can only visit alone.
-I see.
- Encased inside our skull, I mean. We are, no wait, I am ultimately unaccessible even if I believe and wish for the opposite. When you're born you face the situation by yourself. If a baby had full-on understanding and articulation capabilities, he would laugh at the mention that there were doctors and nurses around to "help him get out".
-Babies. I like babies. I like when they cry. I have a CD filled with recordings of babies screaming and crying which I use to sleep. It's very good.
-Ahn... Yes, yes. I would think so. Well, but I was saying... When you die, it's the same. Those are the trips you must make alone, you know. With no one to hold your hand. Even if at the time of your death three of your family's generations took turns to hold your hand, in the end, that trip...
-"To die would be an awfully big adventure". I think Peter Pan said that.
-Are you familiar with Earth's literature?
-Sufficiently so.
-Like it?
-I like bad poetry, simplist prose. It feels like marshmellow to my triphasic lobes. Like spreading peanut butter in a circuit board or filling a careburetor with sugar. Your good literature bores me. Your best writer isn't able to write anything that surpasses a punch in the stomach. All of them alone in their craniums, isolated from the world.
-Once I had a nightmare... that my limbs crawled away from me, and I - my brain... I. Was left inside my skull, desperate, looking up at the sky. Alone.
-"Your bodymust be the center of the Universe". Marquis de Sade, I believe.
-Alien, your quotes bore me.
-As if your miser quadridimentional worries were somehow exciting. To be honest, I'm just waiting for the somniferous I put in your tea to start working and you fall asleep, sop that I can suck your spinal fluids. Now pass the milk, please. This comes from an animal called "cow", isn't it so? You know, the ants from your planet also raise cattle... |
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