was five in the afternoon when he began to draw. At nine o'clock in the evening the drawing was still not finished, not only, but a veil of shadow quickly turned into gloom which had in turn evolved into partial darkness had placed serious obstacles to the completion of the work, however, devoid of any importance. When he saw
realized that it was now for a couple of hours without seeing that drew almost nothing, reluctantly gave up his chair and went to turn on the light.
as I had feared, the design was just a confusing plot lines which, lost in fragmented monologues, refused to have anything in common with each other and proceeded intersect here and there randomly and without worthy of a salute.
knew he had only lost time. I think there was basically a waste of time. He felt the brother of the lines. Perhaps one of those could be himself. Shaken by this thought he lit a cigarette and began to follow the lines one by one, from start to finish. Walking down compared with himself or, rather, with what he knew about himself or thought he knew.
Some certainly could look like, others just do not lend themselves to comparison. Some, yes, they could be himself. Yes, but what? What was the line that really embodies the secret of his identity?
Meanwhile, he realized that the crossings at first sight meaningless hid consistent format. He could not believe his eyes. Now that the signs observed with perfect concentration and their intricate relationships, discovered a multitude of meanings and began to compose, decompose them, combine them, multiply them. At one o'clock at night began to imagine having a mandala in front of him, a remarkable synthesis the absolute, the key to open wide the gates of consciousness to the true nature of existence. Instead he just needs to get a good night's sleep.
The ashtray was full. Neon fry in the warm night. A crowd of moths s'assiepò the windows closed. At three o'clock at night the clock stopped and the darkness became eternal.
Now, with white hair and long beard, which disappears below the table design, follows with a wrinkled finger and shaking the trajectory of the line number 40,782, sees cross the number 3, the 12,101, the 423, run for a few seconds parallel to 1200, cross it, a few moments to finish higher. Here dies.
