Chapter eighteen Torovoronopotodozosocofoqomo 
The feeling of a nice piece still missing.
For my efforts, however remains there to think about it, I can not recall that chapter on my blog, who died suddenly. They could have deleted them, the Dead Poets.
The problem is that it is not required to have written too long ago, I do not remember what it was about nothing.
And, just as Echo had expected, a guy jumps out in the comments that I recommend to look a certain Von Beck, if I want to help.
a hand in what? There
'm more understanding nothing.
So one evening I speak to you, to Regina. I have not seen for some time, roughly since I left. I guess all my
talk may have you believe that we Storytellers Criminals cells are a tight, organized, that we always see, things we plan, we form small tribes. This is partly true, partly it is not. These days, nobody has even tried and I tried none. It is always strange breathed this air, I've learned to enjoy often, accompanied by Queen or Eco. The air of something that is coming soon, the air of having to prepare.
By whom, on what, I do not know.
After a lot of time, Regina is calling me. He asks me how I am, what I'm doing, let's talk like two normal friends.
I dance with the pleasantries, I smile and make jokes. Stalls a lot, because when I hear her smile, which simply resent it and that's after I do not even know how long, I do not want to do is joke about everything and nothing, breathe in deeply. Until
take it anymore. It is a phrase that I had promised myself not to say, I gets out of hand.
"I'm afraid."
She takes a deep breath, worried. "Do something tonight?"
"No"
"But yes, you're busy. Go out with me. I'll pick you about half past nine and we do a beer
The beer we're going to do it at home. And 'where I met her, in Bologna, the apartment in which we held the party and then when we played chess. The board, in fact, is still there on the bed, the same provision for pedestrians as we left.
So, ladies and gentlemen, I tell her everything. The blog, Dead Poets, the messages that I receive from time to time, scary as ever, and also some things that I have not even told to Eco.
The feeling of being less consistent
for example, that lasted a couple of days now. As if all that I was constantly rewritten by someone and sometimes I even realize I could.
"It 's the same feeling that I also have, for some time now - Regina whispers, a bit' more to herself than to me - That someone is rewriting. You do not have the impression that the weather turns a bit 'faster lately? As if someone was doing the deadlift "
" I'm not crazy just me, right? "
On the computer side of Queen Winamp alone, as soon as I finish to say, with
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division. We remain both unable to speak for a while ', the terms tense and drawn, shrunken as if we had just thrown a bucket of ice water.
I take her hand.
"Can not find it's very comforting to be nuts in two ?, "I ask.
you make a grin.
" You offend if I say no? "
... I think we'll survive "
Regina Then he smiles a bit 'nervous." Ok, ok ... listen. Perhaps, for some time, it is best to steer clear of anything that is not pure life. Just to understand what is happening if we are not imagining things "
We both sat on the bed. He approaches a little 'more to me.
"... so - she continues - we need shock therapy. For at least two or three weeks, I would agree with you only call your name. Unless you can write. Doing things enough that you do not occupy a very trivial head. And most importantly, keep well away from all this "
nod until you want, but my focus is not totally there. I myself am not quite there, or at least that's my impression. Since
approached, much of my attention is diverted to the curve of his nose, eyes that stand out in black leather, deep and very, very big. That kind of greatness that awakens a strange and unwarranted nostalgia for God knows what.
Eyes now are staring at me, wondering what was silently listening to everything he said.
"Believe me, it's hard, after having had a taste. It '... is that everything is fantastic, even the worst."
I think a sentence awkward and stupid when I comes out of his mouth. But it is true, no doubt.
It remains to be studied, with the same expression as before. Then he shakes his head. "Not everything is great, believe me. ... And things really worse oh my God, you see things really getting worse?"
I perform my best smile like a monkey. What the much gloomier and that to me, however, in recent times always succeeds so well.
"I assure you that my concept of
really worse has undergone a redefinition pretty big, since we saw the first agent of Coherence"
"Trust me, this is not a pleasant sight," she says, putting the computer and writing the address of a ... forum? site? It looks like a forum.
http://www.stormfront.org/ "Look," he says.
E 'in English, but she quickly click on the Italian section.
look, just one rushed to the topic.
E 'Aryan not permitted to have friends? subliminal message in the promoters of crossbreeding various media. ALLOGENEIC INVASION: 4 MILLION! (20% ILLEGAL!) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADOLF HITLER! When you say that blacks are stupid. I look to the Queen. "Come on, are clearly idiots. So what I put it in bookmarks along with those of Communion and Liberation, so I read them when I want to feel like a smarter person the average "
Queen stares at me. His expression is serious, as serious as ever." Did you know that there are people of our own, each other? "
" I'm taking the piss? "
No, it's doing, course. You see that, at this moment, the idea of \u200b\u200bjokes about it is quite far away. Both my part that on its part.
"For years, tell the same story. Talk about superior races and inferior races. They say that the concentration camps never existed, that was just propaganda. Tell a false story, which might be denied by anyone with a grandparent still alive. You know why? "
" Why ... shit ... because they believe it will convince more people that went really well ... "
... more able to actually rewrite the past. Bravo, you are learning well. And the more I think about it, the more times that I wonder if it is not a legitimate defense, the existence of the Consistency of Agents'
We remain in silence, a silence broken only by the hum of the computer hard drive to Regina.
I look a little 'screen.
smile.
"Take this example of mestizaje, dickheads," grin, before kissing the Queen on her lips.
... Hanuman? "She says, eyes wide.
