God We try to give an answer, first to ourselves A dark corridor, a dark house. A long corridor. A door ajar, after all, a free beam of light that stretches on the floor of the corridor revealing the nature of marble, psychedelic patterns and colors that chase winds, traces of ammonia, a coffee stain the age of sixteen hours, then recorded a straight line on the opposite wall, a line fluorescent, yellowish. The space between the jamb and the door is just enough to let go, in addition to light, a bar of soap.
behold, a bar of soap slipping into the darkness of the hallway, visible for a moment and immediately engulfed by darkness. We were so focused on our visual impressions that we have not realized that the door came a continuous roar of water, and a plaintive song, done in low key. Now, as soon as the soap goes beyond the sliding door, the song is interrupted by a sharp curse-word or where the divine and animal are, despite themselves, to embrace in a questionable embrace. Spend a few seconds, then a hand, moist and light in color, faces the same opening from which we have already seen the light transit and soap, and the line between brancica glow and shadow playing on the floor at times and we may assume that we know marble cold, leaving slight traces liquid. This action is accompanied by several expletives. Being inside of what we may now be reasonably certain to qualify as a bathroom judges soon the only extension of the hand, insufficient to achieve the invisible bar of soap and decided to extend the entire Appendix brachial over the doorway and stretched his fingers finally meet the slippery shape the scope and object, impadronitesene, portray him in the bathroom.
The door is now closed and the song resumes. In the corridor now immersed in an unfathomable darkness we have to wait for something to happen and soon began to get bored. They spend several minutes and so we wonder if we could maybe move to somewhere more interesting, some of us are beginning to have some appetite, others complain that they have commitments for the evening, but the need for narrative keeps us enthralled. We have to wait.
Finally the door opens. With the light behind the figure of the man appears to be whose shadow is cast a shadow on the wall where it had previously appeared phosphorescent line. If the human figure was not in the frame of the door, draw a rectangle bright light, however, we observe the appearance of a mirror. The man's shadow is reflected and it is his shadow that appears, or is the shadow of the same mirror image of man in the shade? After a while, 'we are no longer grads to figure out what works and what is man's shadow, nor why they should remain still there, and for this reason that narrative necessity or not, most of us go away including myself, and leave behind only a couple of people. Instead, we go for a pizza. Next Week we will meet in the courtyard of a deserted villa Marche Apennines where something interesting might happen. Mal is going to San Marino will jump to buy some lighter.
