... No, the conclusion is so bad, but seeing people is useless, and indeed is a waste of time. And then I realized that going downtown so find some knowledge, but now you realize that your knowledge is a purely optical. Can not find the people, but only their image, their spectrum, find baccelloni, the Body Snatchers, the ectoplasm. In the early months of their arrival in the city maybe not, maybe they still resist and a physicality, but it is enough to drain half years because it in, lose blood and lymph, to become shells. Rapid slip on the sidewalk and no noise, just stop the greeting with a bland smile (and even outside, if you look hard enough, I'm already a little different, that is fattening and bleached).
say: "Sorry I care, I have a committee, run away" and just run away, really riscivolando silent on the sidewalk. Maximum reach to say, shaking my hand because you gave it to him, just to see if there are in the flesh or if it's only your imagination or a ghost, at most they say, "Show up." Inside
firms is the same thing: one that maybe you did teletafanato the morning for work, there seems surprised that you arrive with your work that you had asked in the morning. Surprised, tired and a little annoyed, because your presence, now, it's a hassle, a gadfly for him. It takes work, it looks doubtful, says we will see and places it in a drawer, and then has to be done, and so I'm leaving. I'm happy because within firms there is the smell of dead air closed, fatigue, tiredness, but not abandoned, rather agile, active, hectic, as when you get to feel the influence of the body.
not wait to be on the street, where at least the people passing do not know her at all, apart from those shells that say: "Show up." But what do you see, what you want, you ectoplasm?
Luciano Bianciardi. "La Vita Agra"
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