La distanza tra spazio e tem po, ragione e delirio si confonde pericolosamente, come il turbine di suoni che si shakera sopra la mia testa, appena un millimetro più in là di quella percezione dei sensi che se ne sta lentamente scivolando via da me.
Un susseguirsi in crescendo di materiale troppo forte, conseguenza di un capodanno troppo vicino al volo del ritorno. E allora, ancora una volta in questo Delirio Istituzionalizzato , spazio all’istinto e all’irragionevolezza, open mind to accept a hard drive in mind already dangerously on the edge new people, all damn interesting alcolpartydevasto and feelings, in an incredible marathon that brings me here, now. Tightrope. In an airport at 8 am after two nights to add to the criminal record.
Confused, not only because the last remnants of energy are being diverted to the heart and brain, but probably because I'm going into something not quite unknown.
The feeling of fear is chilling, a nightmare that tears the pungent meat carrying the stark reality: the next time that I will go this route (air), unless not required twist of fate, it will be the decisive one, the moment of parting from this life and leave behind me the memory of what was to be reincarnated somewhere else again. It is easy to dismiss the Unspeakable Reality in the evil atmosphere of this morning, far too many items made of Italian that surround me on this bench. The enemy or the roots? The return or arrival? Reset , brain.
does not help, can not help a cold frame Duty Free , l’emblema internazionalmente riconosciuto di un ambiente sempre uguale, quell’aereoporto che cancella tutta la poesia del viaggiare livellando ogni sperduto angolo del mondo, ogni differenza tra popoli e città. Una semplicità disarmante, partenze e arrivi, Toilettes e Gates, il liquore tipico in bella mostra in vendita. Jack Daniels. Campari. Sono considerazioni di Terziani , e sia chiaro, ma chiunque abbia provato la soddisfazione di risolvere gli anagrammi di orari e destinazioni in lingue e situazioni assurde non può evitare di farle sue.
Alzo gli occhi dal computer, decine e decine di bottiglie in bella mostra davanti a me mi stordiscono in a moment. It occurs to me that is crazy , now the power of alcohol can overwhelm me without going through the more traditional channels, it really true that my 5 senses are making war and autoelminando.
The only thought that overlooks in my gray matter, however, is both unexpected and unwelcome. The future . Months and months of life by the day, almost at night, they erased the smallest tentative plan. But in a few hours will manifest the need to accommodate quite a few 'anchors, lots of stuff and little time.
C'est la vie, a continuous journey. So you might as well close the computer, get up and leave. So, not too many days in between, I'll be back in my ecstatic delirium, and then nightmares and paranoia remain in the Duty Free.
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