Two names, I wrote KDigger.
Oneiros. Mad Molly. This is the way to find Von Beck.
"The beginning and end of the journey, the rest of the hurry you alone:)", reads the paper they are written, and which surrounds a black brick, the LEGO.
Regina teaching me how to do Storytellers Criminals find someone or something. As usual, everything is played on the stories. It 'a disarmingly banal: if you do not know where what you're looking for, I'll invent it. Just have a beginning and an end of history.
So I take a sheet and write.
imagine a guy narcoleptic. He sleeps something like twenty ventun'ore day and slip into other people's dreams. And 'that guy who was driving the car in the shade, when we run away from dinosaurs. That is not too familiar voice behind you, just before the wave hit the city, to murmur that will happen soon. One with whom you went to spy on the aliens-and shade garden, you're sure, you've never seen before in a dream.
I write about him and whether he exists or not, I'm sure I will meet him chaotic in the deserts of REM sleep. I write until my eyes filled up with sleep, swollen and full of typos and incorrect repetitions.
So without realizing it, slip in a phone booth and I realize I'm late. Late to warn you that I come late, that I can not hurry, it was time when I was reminded of watching the clock.
I'm calling at the same time in Regina, my parents, to an old friend that I forgot the voice (and anyway, so do not talk about even now). I throw the coins into the slot. I do not remember the number. Then I remember and I can not type it. I always make a mistake. Hanging up, I resume the handset. Try typing again and throw a punch on the phone. The chips do not fall down. I wonder if I have another?
Five seconds later I'm already at the library, the usual. What is concurrently in the middle of the cornfield and in the subway of Bologna, next to a maze of windows unimportant. I do not know if I could call. Theoretically I should have made it, since the appointment was here.
rummaged among the models of Mazinga on the shelf. As usual, I do not know whether to be disappointed or not: how many times, as this is the library, which contains all the stories and characters of the world, there's never what I want. Or too expensive. For some strange reason, almost always I leave empty handed from here.
There was one exception, I think. Once but, as I was leaving, I already realize that the only way to enjoy everything that I had taken was to stay forever.
Oneiros is next to me. Can not I look better, it's like to remain always on the edge of perception. Something familiar, however, has none. I do not know what.
"We have been chasing a giant deer, when we were kids," he explains.
Yes, I nod. Yes, it must be that.
Near him two strange guys, a man and a woman.
She is dressed as a nurse. He latex gloves, blacks, who come up to the elbows. The apron is latex black. The mask that covers the face, and a glimpse of just two bright eyes of a cat, with vertical pupil.
He bows as an actress on stage, holding both edges of the dress.
"We already know - she tells me - I am the one you sewed the arm old ... again." He laughed a little, with a male voice suddenly.
The other has a mask, to the Venetian. I can not understand well the rest is as if the eye of the excluded, except for a white, slightly electric. It makes me a smile full of sharp teeth.
"I am what I ate the old man." He chuckled, his voice suddenly women.
I say hello. I can be and not be scared at the same time. It 's a strange feeling, it makes me feel somewhat ... fig. So here is yes. Damn cool.
"I'm looking for Von Beck," I say to Oneiros.
Oneiros nods. "He's looking for you. Do you know what Neue Ende?"
"It 'a song by Einsturzende Neubauten, I think"
"That's Ende Neu - he says, shaking his head - Here, this one I designed for you"
I take the package to me is holding out: the 'crazy nurse and the smiles have long carnival mask and the air of one who could lick his arm to treason.
On the sheet metal is drawn to a woman.
"What?"
"Decidilo you. Inventatelo. What comes out is your next step," he says Oneiros. Or perhaps the woman with cat eyes. Or maybe the one in white cabinet. I do not know.
My forehead is a bit 'choppy, when I get back at him. "Thanks," I say.
"With a dick - the harlequin white grins - I believe it was free?"
Oneiros shrugs as if to say I do mica the rules. The nurse mad laughs, gently taking his hand to his mouth, hidden by the mask.
"It 's time to switch weapons", says the harlequin, two fingers pointing at the head mo' gun.
BANG!, And I centered in the head just between, on the forehead.
"Ajna Chakra!" He says, while my thoughts sink out of the hole that I did.
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