- What do you think?
- you would have told you, that your life would be like this, when you were fifteen?
- Not ...
It reaches me snippets of the world into consciousness ... scraps of this world being condensed in the 7:28 p.m., who break the barriers of my sleep I want to dive a bit deeper into this makeshift shelter made by a scarf, crumpled under my head and I'm back a piece on my face, and fatigue of the day, which could take me back to Paris, where I manage to stay there in the murky waters and still falling asleep ...
- ... we inform you that a bar is available to you car 14, the center of the train. You can find ... I know
then I know all the commercial development of this joy and factice me back to the surface. I could tell in his place, repetition did enter my connections neuronal, and now, once the pattern begins, it may occur alone, without the slightest effort is needed, the role ... I know by heart ... hot drinks, cold drinks, sandwiches, sweets ... then it will attack the question of means of payment ... if only I could slide a little deeper into sleep, like a sailor away from the sea, and ended up being away from the coast ... ... Ulysses
- Hello, Control Tickets please!
The possibility of Ulysses moves at a speed of three hundred twenty kilometers an hour. The world is like a fog condenses on the glass and the contrast of the car too much and lit from dusk that I no longer see Odysseus. He had to move away from the sea unchanged. I'm looking at a pocket, another in the bottom of my bag, unable to avoid absorbed in these gestures, cardboard rectangular alienate pale hand extended toward me, I do not see the man who is standing in the driveway, only the sleeve of his uniform, his hand outstretched, which grasped the ticket gives me. My scarf slips on the ground.
Outside night has fallen like a veil of secrecy. The possibility of Odysseus was lost I do not know where.
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