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I take the scooter and go slowly drifting. Toward the, aimlessly. In my thoughts I can not find an outlet, however, until there comes a natural desire. Swimming. I reverse and full throttle to the point where I can get a costume. But it takes too much, now I feel and know what I want. Shortly after I put the motor and start running. Less than 10 meters and I'm already feeling better. Once again, my body tells me clearly. I have to listen. Always. I do not even realize it happens all by itself, as the double game that I finished yesterday in my first game from first base. Gestures and traces and places where I was fine. The rides, cats, wind roses, races, shot caps, ice cream, creperie, the castle. I do not stop and go beyond. The legs move by themselves, the view s'annebbia and go to where it is not allowed. Collapsed on his knees. With satisfaction I see dripping one, two, three drops of sweat, until all the others do not fall on the asphalt to complete the picture. I passed. I think so. I say.

Fate does not exist, but apparently a part of me brought me right here. Not that I wanted to, without anything. And the text messages I received while I was on the ground makes me understand.

Reset: Turn off then on again.

Now I am here, on the stone where I spoke with my brother a few days ago. To write in my hole.

The hole lephio: possessed, schizoid, dissociated.

For better or for worse.