NOWHERE - 9 - falling into the pit

 This is, by now, after that fight with my double in the middle of the road, I actually see myself falling through this hole, this pit, this well, whatsoever, and thus, while descending, I’m actually watching some scenes from the world history passing with great speed on screens around the surrounding walls, this is, as I fall, I see the primitive man running after the beasts, the beasts running after the man, and, they are all fighting together, more like dancing, and then, I even see the discovery of the fire, and what they do with it, the discovery of the wheel, and what they do with it, plus, the adoration of gods... and what they do with it... and, in a while, I also come to see enslaved men working on the construction of large buildings, ramparts, cathedrals, castles, palaces, buildings that will be the mark of famous civilizations... this is, by now, as I keep falling, inside this majestic building I see the royalty gathering around some sort of big table, and, I look at the magnificence of their clothes, I look at the magnificence of their tableware, I look at the magnificence the chandeliers hanging above them on the ceiling, and, I also see their hands moving under the table, what they are doing with it, their pets biting their feet... and then, outside, I come to see the people working on the fields, their movimentations, their chants, and, as it goes, further down on the pit, I also come to see nocturnal characters wandering through the meadows, and the parties in the hermitage, this is, different types of dances, and, I even envisage some scenes of casual sex scenes happening in the barn, the fights in the cemeteries, and then, everything gets different, this is, further down, now I envisage soldiers marching, digging trenches, going through it, and then, drawing swords, peering into gun barrels, attacking indiscriminately, shedding blood, and as this happens, we also can hear the quaint howling of men, the distressed squeal of women, children crying, heads rolling on the ground, and then, after all this spill of blood, there are also explosions in the sky, huge airplanes/spaceships falling down over cities, people getting barricaded under all that rubble, and then, the big exodus, the formation of new settlements, this is, new cities being constructed, and, well, as the sky gets crossed with cranes, bigger and bigger buildings are actually raising from the ground, apparently coming in my direction, now falling through an open sky, slower and slower, more like gliding, this is, as I go down I actually have time to choose the kind of place where I want to land, or the kind of roof I want to perforate, and so, with no more talking, here I go now, already descending through the chimney of some kind of court house, and, well, by now, I’m actually landing right on the chair of the culprit, this is, just in time to hear the verdict from the judge, “Absolved” he says right now as he bangs that sort of mallet on the table, and, as this happens, I'm even hearing some kind of clapping on the back, but, when I turn to see it, I actually spot no one there, I mean, there are just a bunch screens all around actually showing images of clapping hands… this is, hands with crooked fingers now apparently coming out of the screens...  

NOWHERE - 8 - far away from everything

 And so, after leaving the big fires ploughing though that mountain range, during days, weeks, months, years, I walk by the sea, going through moors, thickets, mounds, hills, barren lands, watching the clouds of smoke up there turning into something, and so, at some point, I’m actually dreaming while walking, this is, I’m in fact dreaming with all the places I have been, all the personages I have meet along the way, as for example, in this sort of dream, firstly, I’m watching myself going through that sort of desert from where I came, this is, the sky full of mathematical equations turning into threatening faces, and me falling through a hole in the sand, and then, I’m also watching the guys under that bridge where I stayed some days, I mean, I’m watching that somnambulist guys actually lying down on rotten couches all day, sometimes babbling things, other times injecting syringes into the veins, and then, I also see Viktor, the pot polisher, still there, polishing his pots by the fire, and Zara, the transvestite, right now climbing the bridge pillars, walking along its beams like a spider hanging from webs, and then, changing the scenarium, in the meantime I'm already watching that fancy castle in the middle of that rubbish ​​islands full of smokes, and say, again, inside this castle I come to see that madame that actually offered wine and made some kind of massage on the body, this while actually saying ‘relax, I know who you are and what you need, this is, I know more about you than you may know about your real self!”, and then, inside this sort of room filled up with carpets on the floor, walls and ceiling, I also see Ali and Jaku, actually crawling on the ground, with a chain around their necks, slowly turning around the madame, and then, I have glimpses of that collapsed city I wanderer through after leaving that swampy area, this is, again I come to see that fat disgusting bugs actually sliding though the cracks of the walls, huge wasps buzzing around, butterflies with the size of small airplanes, and then inside that governmental building, again, I come to see ladies playing with snakes on the big screens, big explosions happening here and there, groups of soldiers getting dispersed, buildings crumbling, people running away, and while they run, they are actually eating their heads on the way, and then, as this sort of dream continues, I’m already moving through that area displaying military buildings with the format of huge aquariums, and so, again, I see fancy people getting in and getting out of this many pavilions through the round windows located halfway up the side walls, and in the meanwhile, I see guys dressed as gorillas and pandas actually chasing each others, this while the cheerleaders make stouts and dance around them, and then, again, I see myself going through the chimney of this pyramidal pavilion, and so, down there, again, heavy metal music are still being played at full speed, and people.. well people keep doing mosh, actually pushing, pulling each other, fighting with chains, shouting, screaming… and then, again, I come to see myself going through this town with old granite houses lined on the side of the road, and so, in the meanwhile, there I go, again entering that quaint fire-brigade building, where I come to find the same fire-brigade individuals as before, this is, people with huge eyes on their face but no mouth… and then, once inside that huge room filled of bunk beds, again, I’m entering in that dream where I see my queen of none going through halls, entering rooms, this is, now it’s like, I’m not watching her in a dream, rather, now I’m actually watching her moving along the halls of this fire-brigade building, and so, again, as the fire brigade sirens start to buzz, she just disappears, and then, there we go, inside this fire-brigade truck, on the pursuit of the big fire actually happening on that chain of mountains by the sea, and, well, in the meanwhile, as I run away from its flames, there I go, already advancing through this dirt path on the side of the sea, this is, during some days, weeks, months I actually advance along this road, and so, now it's like, inside this dream, now I can actually see myself in this present reality, this is, here I go, there I go, walking in a dream inside a dream and then, at the top of a hill, on a clearing, I actually come to see my double, and apparently, as we get together, we fight, this is, we fight because of directions, and coz we are not sure which one of us is actually more real, and so, in the middle of this fight, somehow, a crack opens up beneath our feet, in between the two of us, and then, just one of us actually fall inside.

NOWHERE - 7 - at the muster station

Thus, after leaving that sort of ex-militarily area with huge pavilions displaying aquarium formats, I walk through the surrounding hills, then coming down, going across some meadows and abandoned farmlands, this is, talking to robotic scarecrows on the way, and well, as it goes, at some point, I actually come to see myself arriving at this sort of abandoned town, village, say, a town with old granite houses lined on the side of the road, all it’s doors and windows actually open, creaking, squeaking, and, also, I can glimpse huge spiders inside, apparently, injecting viscosities out here, and so, there I go, already running away from it, this is, as I move forward, at some point, I come to see myself in front of some kind of pavilion, actually an old style fire-brigade building, this is, a huge pavilion with corrugated metal walls, and well... surprisingly, as I stay here looking at it, I actually come to see some lightening inside, and so, by now, because I have nothing to lose, I decide to try my luck, I mean, in the meanwhile, there I go, already pulling a string on the side of its main door, a string that in fact makes a series of bells ring inside, and well, during some time it happens nothing, but then, actually, some dudes are already coming to see me at the gate, this is, some dudes with many eyes on the their face but actually no mouth, dressed as firemen. And, so, here they stand now, looking at me with their many eyes, intrigued, and, as it goes, I say something, this is, I make some signs with my hands, but, it looks that they do not understand nothing from the message, this is, they just roll their many eyes, and well, after a while, they are already bringing a bigger man with them at the door, and, despite this one having a big mouth just under his nose, he also doesn't speak, this is, he just babbles some sounds, but actually, as it goes, we manage to read each other's mind, and so, by now, I'm getting his message, thus, he’s actually asking from where am I coming, and, straight away “I’m coming from the Tauramataras” I manage to say. And he, well, surprisingly, by now he just tells me that he know very well where is that country is, the Tauramataras, and so, while we establish this kind of communication, those guys, I mean the small guys that before came to the door, here they stay, on our side, looking at us with their many eyes, this is, apparently amazed and bewildered at the same time, and then, there they go, opening their way to me in order to make me get in their palace. And so, here I’m now, going through this huge living-room sort of thing, a huge room decorated with some kind of ancient fire tools and also... some big photos, or portraits, like puzzles, of the mustached men that used to live here and fight the fires. And then, as we reach this other huge room, more like a pavilion, instantly, they make me sit on this big table, and they bring me food, drinks, strange fruits, quaint desserts, and well... I eat this and that, I try everything, and while I eat, here they stay, seated around me, staring at me, and here is also the bigger man, that we can call the translator, this is, the only one with mouth under his nose, and, by now, he's actually talking with them through his hands, this is, his voice comes inside my mind again, and, this is, by now he's actually telling me that at this point they are asking him who I am and what am I doing here. And so, still munching, I ask him to tell them that I’m some kind old-fashioned messenger, that is, I carry messages between different worlds, between the past to the future and between the future to the past. And the soldiers, intrigued with my exposing, now want to know more about these messages, but I say that all these messages are actually secret messages, I can’t expose them just like that, nevertheless, maybe I could give some personalized advice to each one of them here, and, then, as the transmissions man passes this comment down, again, I see their eyes getting bigger, rolling around their face, And so, in a while, we are already getting into a small room, this is, by now, just me and the transmissions man, that will translate my messages to them, and so, after saying my preys, I start to receive each one of them, individually, and thus, as it goes, to the first one that comes by, my I say that “You should completely change your life, leave your skin, leave yourself, leave this palace, coz danger will be coming soon.” And to the next one I say “Do not worry no more about what others may think or not think about yourself, do it as you please”. And to the next one I suggested “Be less arrogant with yourself and with the others around, and you will be loved again”. And to the fourth I say, “Go and look for God”. And the fifth, “Study the water and the sky” I say. And to the sixth I suggest “Pay more attention to your dreams, and you will see what is missing…” And to the seventh “The only true love is the love at first sight” I say. And to the eighth, I write a message on a piece of paper and ask him to eat it in order to understand its meaning. And to the ninth, “Stop eating bullshit” I say. And to the tenth I counseled some good black and white movies, like Tarkovsky, Bergman, Polanski. And in this fashion I followed, receiving one after another, and at some point, it was over, I have received and given advice to everybody... so, now, it was time to go up, to go up into the bedrooms area, this is, bedrooms with bunk beds where some other guys were already sleeping, and so, as we get in, now the transmissions man just tells me that, I can choose my bed, my bunk, reinforcing that, I can choose to lay on a top bed or on the bottom one, it doesn't matter, as I prefer, and of course, I chose one of the top beds, because… And, as I choose my place, he passes me a towel and tells me where the shower room is. And so, there I go, with my new towel under the arm, moving into the shower room now. But, once there, it’s very difficult to regulate the temperature of water, it gets a bit irritating, even so, after a while, I manage do it, this is, now I do not want to leave, I want to stay here forever, thinking about life, thinking about all this quaint people I have met until now, thinking about where should I go, and then, as usual, thinking about that desert from where I came, the sky falling over the dunes, falling over me, and me there... being absorbed by all that digital machinery. And then, as I'm actually done with this shower, I'm finally leaving this toilet and there I go, coming back to my bunk, this is, I put some pajamas that was already there waiting for me hanged in one of the bed's bars, and, as I lie down I try to sleep, but, I can't, I can’t coz there are some other guys whispering things in the beds around, this is, I thought that they couldn't talk, but now… as I hear them, I remember that times I have passed in that encampment under the bridge, this is, I remember the black brothers whispering non sense things all night while sticking syringes into their arms, and then I sleep. I sleep and I dream with my queen of none. I mean, here she comes, or, there she goes, actually running along some kind of white hall, one hand holding the tail of her ragged and rumpled wedding dress and the other blustering in the air, like... well, as she advances, at some point I actually come to see her trying to open this and that doors on the way… this is, in the meanwhile she actually sticks her head inside this and that room, I mean, only the head not the rest of the body, and, as she does that, she's actually screaming some interjections at the doorway, this is, some kind of non-sense stuff, and then, there she goes, advancing through the corridors again, slamming door after door, until that... she stops again at the threshold of a certain door, and now, this is, now as she opens it gently, she walks inside on her toes. And well, as I see her advancing, we can actually see the insides of that room, I mean, the light is dim and flickers, this because, apparently, a soft candle-lamp is actually installed in the middle of two unmade beds, and so, while she actually turns around, we can already see a body in a corner, I mean, a shrunken body in a fetal position actually shaking and making a humming sound... but, she don't turn to it, by now, she rather approaches the unmade beds, she smells the sheets, and then, already looking under one of that beds, she actually whispers words like "I've arrived, my love, I've come to pick you up… our vessel is ready, let's go now..."; and in the meanwhile, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu!” says a voice under that bed. Therefore, after this, there she goes again, again running through another corridor, turning right, turning left, climbing another flight of stairs, getting into another corridor and then entering another room. This is, once inside this room, it’s the same picture as before, just this time the beds are occupied and their occupants are actually having some kind of small talk about feelings that goes more and less like this "hate… well, hate is some kind of bug… some kind of bug that some of us have in the stomach"; and then, "Incorrect!” says the other one, “It's not in the stomach that hate is lodged, it is in the endocrine gland, actually"; "no, no, I already had it removed, and the doctors said that it was taken from my stomach"; "that's what they told you but…"; "but I also have seen it…"; "you have seen it… oh so, which was its color?"; “I guess it was some kind of dark magenta…", "Magenta! That is not a color, dear… that is a fruit… a rotten kind of fruit it is…” and here our queen of none intervenes "I bring you the good news, my friends…"; and one of that guys says right away "we already know that you are going to marry today, and at this point, you must be looking for your broom, again, but, we told you already that, we haven't seen him for a long time… we know nothing about him, so please, leave us alone!” And so, then, there she goes, with her ballerina shoes sliding along the corridors of this sort of hospital, going up another flight of stairs, turning right, turning left, already getting in another room where the two beds are empty, perfectly arranged, and everything in the right place. And so, there she goes, now searching inside the wardrobe, she opens the dresser, she looks under the bed, this before leaving and entering another room just on the side of the previous one, and here, there is someone seated on the bed actually, smoking, and so "What happened to those who were in the room next door? Were they discharged?", she demands, "perhaps they have turned into flies and fled through the window", answers a very dry kind of voice, the voice of a man with no face, actually. "And, didn't they take you with them?”; "Why should they do that to me?" And here, again, there goes our ballerina, our queen of none, running towards the stairs, through the corridors, and then, she just gets in another room. And so, here now, there are fishing lights by the head of one of the beds, and so, we can see, two individuals rolled up in wrapping paper, jumping on the bed, this, while making some animist cries. And so, "What's going on here?"; she demands, "Today is St. John's night", "St. Anthony's night" corrects the other. "St. John," insists the first. And so, then, slowly, I mean, in slow motion, we see our queen of none making her way out, this is, running through the corridors again, coming back to the stairs, and then, there she goes, approaching another room, and as she tries to open the door, it doesn't opens straight away, it looks blocked by some object inside, and so, our queen of none force it a bit more, and then, when finally she can open a breach of it, there are some sort of robotic voice coming from inside, a voice actually saying "you're too late, my queen, your fiance is dead, I mean, he was becoming very nervous because of the marriage, and so, he had turned dangerous, and actually, we had to kill him in order to…” the voice says as we actually can see some kind of giant spiders turning around, and then, I also see, a naked male body stretched out on the bed, motionless, and, as our queen is already going for it, I wake up hearing a siren buzzing wildly, and thus, again, I come to see myself lying on the top of this bunk bed, this is, apart from this siren sound, I can also hear the other sounds of men running around, stuff being moved, and so, in a while, I’m already being dragged out of this bed, carried away from this room, being dressed in overalls, like the others, and in the meanwhile there we go, already entering some kind of fire-brigade truck, and this is, as I get in, now I can already recognize this figure here on the back of the big wheel, say, it’s actually I the translator that received me on the entrance of this fire brigade, actually the only one with a mouth under the nose, here he is, smiling at me, and the other mouth-less dwarves around, also dressed as fire-fighters, making a fuss now, this is, playing with their helmets and their hatchets, touching each others, touching my hair, giggling, and so, at some point, as we go uphill, we can already smell the fire and actually envision the clouds of smoke coming down the mountain, and then, the flames raging through the slopes, this is, many fronts of fire ploughing through different mountains around, and, well, as we behold that, the dwarves in the back are actually getting all excited with this sighting… and, this is, as we actually go up, the road is getting more and more contaminated with smoke, and so, at some point, we can't go any further, thus, we have to spot, this is, in the meanwhile, the driver finds a way to park the car on the hillside and there we go, already leaving with our smoke masks on, this is, all moving to the back of the truck now, and straight away, here they are, already unreeling the hoses, avidly pulling them, extending it through the fields, and me, well, I actually help them pulling the nozzles closer to the fire front, but then, there I go already running away from it, this is, going down the slope filled with scorched boulders, and then, following through some kind of valley actually covered with puffy ashes, say, a valley that takes me directly to the sea coast, and so, in the meanwhile along this coast I walk, I run, while actually reading the messages on the huge clouds of smoke over me.