evening, I found myself alone, on the porch. Summer caressing the Canary night with the usual warm, stars filling the sky, the dunes so dark, deserts of lights: that open land, its wideness, showed me no escape, not from time. That time, and the others. That space was a trap, I told to myself: more is less. Everything is nothing. A waste land, instead of the promised one.
My life, ultimately, was transplanted: abroad. I succeeded in creating a perfect existence out of nothing: job, home, girl.
I was wondering how to cope with the feeling I had before: always the same. All ways, the same, anyway: the same. Life - day after day - has turned into a sequence of “repeat1”. A playlist reduced to a single song. And of all the music I loved, I couldn’t remember a single note.
I wasn’t existing anymore.
It was weird, for a while. Thinking of such quiet could be forever mine. But what I felt… the boredom, the confidence due by routines. No future at all, no mountain to climb.
The sand was so weightless… it can move freely, hypnotizing by dancing its new shapes… but nothing can last, there, in the sand. The war was won. I couldn’t stand that peace, the stillness of being already done.
Alone.
So I had a kind of vision, more than a thought… I turned, moved my step toward the door, leaving the desert behind, as
The wind blew a message on my bones
Typing thrills with the ascend
of this simple words:
long
back (click-prepend: "back")[ing
]
[[home|HOME1]]
Are you sure you want to quit?
[[yes|fatal 3rror]]
[[no|HOME3]](background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[ (align: "=><=")[
[[new|new3]]
[[memory.txt|files 3]]
[[read me.txt|note.txt2]]
[[FAQ|FAQ2]]
[[QUIT]]
]]
]LOG IN
user: nobody
password: ************
ni gol
(click:"ni gol")[access denied]
(align:"=><=")[
{(live: 0.8s)[
(either: "fatal 3rror", "f4tal error", "fat4l error", "fatal err0r", "f4tal 3rror", "F4T4L 3RR0R")
]}
(click: "F4T4L 3RR0R")[[[Now|open your eyes]]]
]
datas are corruptedNow I recall the place, and the times
I've lost, I did wrong
I was leaving there, where I left
I told to myself it was right, to long for something of my own
I was so eager to fly, to have something of mine
but nothing last
everything seems to be built with sandDouble-click this passage to edit it.readme.txt
Here I wrote this note
just in case
someone should get
here
once more.
remember:
there's just one way
you can go
for ward
home is just
[[where when belongs|memory.txt]]
corrupted file
{(live: 0.5s)[(either: "|", " ")]}(click: "|")[
I home at last]
(click-prepend: "home")['m long ing for ]
(click-prepend: "at last")[[[again|HOME1]]
]about time
(click: "time")[and as it //saddenly// goes by
this thought is the star t of every night(click-replace: "night")[fight, even mine]]
I was asking to myself which was the chance I should have taken, [[while|fatal 3rror]]Are you sure you want to quit?
[[yes|time to go home]]
[[no|HOME]]cross,
then walked straight for ward
pointing to
the park walking, quit slow, but eager to take
every single breath of that very air
her home, longing for no thing but
her
home
sorry, cannot open this file, datas are corrupted
[[back|HOME3]]wall.
I can just recall,
behind me,
the lightened shape of
an opened door
suddenly, it closed.
That space had something I could call mine, and as I was coming through the darkness of the corridor, details started fading away (click-replace: "away")[ [[a way]].
]In science, computing, and engineering, a black box is a device, system or object which can be viewed in terms of its inputs and outputs (or transfer characteristics), without any knowledge of its internal workings. Its implementation is "opaque" (black). Almost anything might be referred to as a black box: a transistor, an algorithm, or the human brain.
[[back|HOME]]
memory.txt
, I thought.
Why am I trying to get a job, here, since are months I'm making applications and interviews... Why staying here? In this old, boring country
the only reason I'm still here is her.
She has plans. She's brilliant. She can make it.
Maybe I'm not worthy, for her.
oh... she [[means|secret language]] a lot to me...
(align: "=><=")[//Finally
my dear
after all these long and deep
years
I resolved myself
in a quick
comeback
so please
wait for me
I’m already t
here
in your blink//
(click:"blink")[
it falls
(click: "falls")[
a slow tear
[[,|turn off]]
]]]
should I stay or should I go
now?
(click: "now")[
[[what are you looking for?|where's my pen]]]
{(live: 0.5s)[
(either: "|", " ")
]}
(click: "|")[Actually, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, here.]
(click: "here")[ Maybe an old, unsed factory. What about this program? Still or still running? Some data are corrupted
It seems to be a text editor, and I'm writing nonsense stuff just to fill the horrible white page.]
(click:"white page")[
Maybe I'm just wasting [[time|memory.txt]]]
where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen?
(click-replace: "where's my pen")[[FUCK|QUIT]]this desolate building, likely a factory, with triple-height ceilings, and such huge windows, but the light comes dusty throught the glasses and. There's an impression of white, and even silence, here, seems to recall something of mine.
this room...
wide and waste. the table, and this obscure console, seems to be the only objects possibly present in the whole space. Naked concrete everywhere, that seems to belong to far ancient times.
A feeling of separation from everything, of loneliness and stillness...
peace?
pleasure. Is this the feeling?
[[aus deutsch]]
(background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[ (align: "=><=")[
[[NEW|new]]
[[note.txt]]
[[readme.txt|prophecy]]
[[memory.txt]]
[[FAQ|FAQ3]]
[[QUIT|quit 1]]
]]]ok, I'd better go
I stood up, left the console and went back through the empty hall of the factory
there's nothing of mine,
I'm just wasting [[time|memory.txt]]
I took a look to the map...
If I remember well I should go straight, then turn
right
[[left]]
(align:"=><=")[open
your
eyes
(click-replace: "open your eyes")[I]
(click: "I")[blink]
(click-replace: "blink")[NOW]
(click-replace: "NOW")[new]
(click-replace: "new")[[[I see|as I left]]]
]
He who desires
(click: "He who desires")[but acts not,]
(click: "but acts not")[
[[breeds pestilence|blink]]
William Blake]
there's just one
[[right|right left]]
way
left
home, then
a fatal error occurred
and I found myself
to a [[dead end|HOME2]]
I was
(if: $xxx is true)["blalblabla"]
home (click: "home")[(set: $xxx to true) again]
[again|[HOME1]]
at last."I'd better go"
"please...
don't"
"there's nothing left for me
(click: "left")[here]
(click-replace: "here")[[[her|a fatal error occurred]]]
--------------------------- now -----------------------------
(click-prepend: "now")[what was I supposed to do? I'm just triyng not to make the same mistakes, again and again]
(click-append: "now")[I take a look around, as if the enviroment could suggest any clue about the future]
(background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[ (align: "=><=")[
[[NEW|new2]]
[[memory.txt|corrupted file]]
[[FAQ]]
QUIT
]]](background: "#000000")[(colour: "#ffffff")[(align: "=><=")[
NEW
[[readme.txt|readme.txt23]]
memory.txt
QUIT
]]]Then I reached the park. Set on a bench, trying to breath that very air.
It seemed to be in a way: different, from all the others breaths I could have ever taken.
{(live: 0.8s)[
(either: "|", " ")
]}
(click: "|")[Here I wrote this note]
(click: "note")[just in case
someone should get
here
once more]
(click: "once more")[
there's just one way
you can go
for ward
home is just
[[where when belongs|HOME3]]
]maybe
it's just a matter of time... so I walked, on and on...
I ran back through the hall, the corridor, then passed the opened door, ran ran ran ran
along the pavements, got to the cross
turned left, then
rang my phone
new text from...
[[I stopped|fat4l error]]
there's an old pop song, it's called...
oh, I don't remember
but it sounds like
"if I could just turn back time"
"you'll all ways be mine""I think we should communicate in a secret way... a way full of
(click: "of")[
//poe try//]
(click: "poe try")[
"full of //mist aches//"
"as life"]
(click: "as life")[
"as death"
"You're wrong. Death makes no mistakes. You can just have [[one|on the porch]]"]
[[where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen?|goodbye party]]
(align: "=><=")[Turn off:
[[NOW|blackscreen]]
]
(background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[ (align: "=><=")[
[[,|fatal error]]
]]]
(background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[(align: "=><=")[
[[a fatal error occurred|home]]
]]]
(background: "#000000")[ (colour: "#ffffff")[ (align: "=><=")[
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as I
(click:"I")[
[[left|lookaround]]
]]
I took a look to the map...
If I remember well I should go straight, then turn
but where I was expencting to find her door, her home (click-append:"her home")[, her: home]
found nothing more than a [[wall|go don't]]
(align:"=><=")[as I resolved myself in
{(live: 0.5s)[
(either: "leaving", "living")
]}
{(live: 0.5s)[
(either: "there", "here")
]}
]
(align: "==>")[[[>>>|HOME3]]](align: "=><=")[
[[and I fell into|comma]]
](align: "=><=")[
,
]
(click-replace:",")[[[comma|leaving/living there/here]]
]rescued data
So, now
(click-replace: "now")[new]
(click-replace: "new")[I knew]
(click-append: "I knew")[
home is just the place I find
my mind (click-replace: "my mind")[alive]
(click-replace: "alive")[the whole of a while]]{(live: 0.5s)[
(either: "|", " ")
]}
(click: "|")[I felt I little confused, while walking, while readind thing stuff... and]
(click: "and")[[[that song|FAQ]] still spinning in my mind]]what am I supposed to do here?
where do you want to go?
what are you thinking about?
waht are you doing right now?
where's home?
where's my pen?
(click: "where's my pen")[where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? where's my pen? ]
[[home|HOME]]almost shouting
"where's Pen?"
"she left"
"what?"
the stereo was playing the Clash
(click-replace: "the Clash")[that clash]
(click-append: "that clash")[ I felt for myself
how... I mean (click:"mean")[//you mean you mean you mean repeat//]
(click: "repeat")[
"when?"
"I guess... 15 min ago..."
"Fuck!"
(click: "Fuck!")[ //where's my pen?//
"you know... she saw you alone on the porch, maybe she expected something more... you know, it's a goodbye party..."
"oh, fuck
...
I'll [[be back]]"
]]]
"but he would not.
not that evening, [[not at all|be back soon]]."
"I'll be back soon... just give me a few minutes, ok?
"ok... don't get lost"
"I promise. I won't"
(click-replace:"won't")[[[want| got lost]]]
after about half a mile...
I walked along the pavements of the district, looking at the bow-windows, the coloured doors, the small trees in the front gardens, cars parked
then I reached the cross, then turned,
a fatal error occurred
and I found myself to a [[dead end|right]]
I went back, looked quickly at the map
If I remember well I should go straight, then turn
left
[[right...|right2]]
the area seemed a bit different from what I could recall
maybe I was wrong, or just took the wrong turn
the name on the label was actually correct, so I walked
I found the door. Open, it was.
stepped in.
As I went throught the corridor, I found myself in the huge space of a waste [[factory|a matter of time]]. I had no chance but to go on, and get into the following door: I found myself in a huge, empty room. Even the light cominig inside was odd, it seemed not to come from the huge windows sorrounding the building, which should have been an old factory. There was no impression of an existing outside, not there, not elsewhere.
On one of the desks, disposed in rows, I found this console (click: "console")[: ON]
(click: "ON")[
the screen was black, but the word: home. Hence I started to browse, and my mind to wreck amongst [[waving memories|fell into]],](align: "=><=")[
[[a fatal error occurred|dead end]]
]
(align: "=><=")[
//FERNWEH//(click: "FERNWEH")[: homesick for a place you've never been [[before|knew]]
]]
, I closed the door.
All of my effects were to be delivered at the new address in a few days, so I had nothing but my backpack. I started walking in the surroundings, to take a last look to all the places I was leaving, along with my choice. I felt a strange homesick, of the kind you can’t translate but aus deuscht… Fernweh I tried not to care, kept on walking the pavements, looking at the doors, the trees in the front gardens, like if each of them was my own. Then, I got to the cross,
Finally, I opened the door. The corridor was empty, silent and dark.
The living room was quiet and designed by the light coming through the window. I wasn’t expected to be already / still / there.
But I could still see the stair, leading to the first floor. There was my room. I got in. All of my memories almost assaulted me. The room where I spent so much time… the bed, the desk, the shelves… always the same, but now… at last…
The window was my favorite place. I was thinking of my penI was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Such an average thing to do… maybe I was just supposed to do that, maybe that was just the way my mind used to display the body under a certain feeling. Wistful. I was realizing that
That the party would have started in less than an hour, so I started to pack my stuff and to set myself for the that last, shining evening
Then I got to the cross, looked quickly at the phone, checked the address,||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| and I found myself to a dead end.
Turned left, then went straight forward.
, but I could find the door.
The corridor was dark. I went through till the opened door, where a light came from, stepped into the living room
Of what should have been a factory, now deso late and useless. I stood in the environment for a while: breathed its freedom, its solitude, its wideness. Finally, I found a place I could call “mine”.
I shouted, hey! And wow!
The suspension of that sound…
The echo I had in return was the best dialogue.
I started looking around, just to see what was left there, wondering about the past times of that place, trying to find clues. I set on the naked, concrete floor. Smoked a cigarette. My mind was clear, finally.I saw a door, closed. The key was in, so I stepped in and saw a stair leading above, turning for several floors.
I found another room, wider and higher than the others, and best lightened because of the huge windows on each wall. There were rows of identical desks, chairs, and dusty work lamps. It seemed to me I was at the core of something: wires was falling from the ceiling, as a jungle of technology grown directly from electronic roots, and still living. I saw a switch on the wall: turned it on.
Nothing happened. I was a little disappointed.
But as I was taking back my steps, I noticed a black object. As I went closer I saw it was a console, and a program was still running on:
Tiresias.
I started to explore, to take note and
Saddenly get lost.
A fatal error occurred
From the garden I saw Pen was sitting at the window. I climbed the tree till I could knock lightly on the glass. She stumbled among her thoughts. I whispered. “Pen, Pen, please
Let me in”.
She stared at me. Took a look behind. H opened.
Her eyes
What the hell are you doing here?
You are supposed to leave
in a white while.
A leaf flow on her should er
I was inside, one last time.
“Listen, Pen. Come with me.
I missed
The flight
of the leaf was over
This is not a game, and I’m sober
Pen, please, come with me
Her blink
Falls
A slow tear
Springs
“Can be so different from each other, you know?”
We were talking finally, I was telling her how was
May in the other emisphere
May be, she said