Epilogue
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Here we are…
…
It’s horrifying.
And as all things that are horrifying…
in its own way, it’s wonderful.
It’s like a black, cold ocean…
where there are no tides…
nor sounds.
Nothing that can help you remember…
nothing that can prove you ever really experience anything…
nothing.
He would tell me…
that it is the only ocean worth drowning into…
…
Better to start right away.
I don’t know how much time I have left…
…
But how to start?
Or perhaps, it would be more correct to say…
From whom do I start?
…
What did Master WiWig always tell me?
Ah, yes.
’A circle neither begins nor ends,
its only purpose is to perpetuate itself endlessly.
The circle, in fact, is the preferred form of Madame History’
…
But a circle always returns to its starting point.
Sooner or later, that is.
Where is this starting point?
Black ocean…
…
Should I start with her, perhaps?
After all, all the events that are part of the…
story…
…that I must “perpetuate”
began to unfold
only after she chose to reveal just a small fraction of them.
But even if I were to choose to start with her…
…How do I begin ‘my story’?
…
Simplify.
Simplify, simplify, simplify,
simplify, simplify, simplify, simplify…
Point and Line…
Black and white…
and in Laura’s case…
Oppressor,
Oppressed
and the barrel of a gun, ready to take another victim…
…and all the little things in between.
Like anger,
fear,
or empathy.
Perhaps an innate presumption?
Moral superiority?
Or just wanting to sleep peacefully…
Ah, yes.
A ‘circling’ back of events
that leads one to wonder
what really drives us to make decisions
in times of need?
…
In moments when one’s soul
can weigh less or more
and pierce the fabric that is one’s own history?
…
In the fleeting moment when the soul…
her soul…
begins to shine?
Like the endless explosions of CYBER of Urdal II
or like the everlasting purple light generated by the Columnas Sacrificae.
In the moment when a helping hand,
guide of the guide,
offers you something more important
than a life spent in a lukewarmth state of conscience…
a purpose?
Yes, this is the right beginning that gives meaning to our…
conclusion.
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