The City and the Words

"Last night I dreamed of all those things I lack, and what I'll never have
and dreamed of the ones who disappeared, walked away
and yet dreamed of the errors of my way, the sad misunderstandings, and the painful things that shouldn't be there, but still are
like lacerating spears among the ribs.

Today I woke up singing this senseless song, that was written long time ago, too long to remember."



































-Daño: Hello I, just came because...

-Phobia:

-Daño: ... But who told you that the life was a dream of ashes? Who.

-Daño: Hi?

-Phobia:

-Daño: Apparently you won't... talk to...

-Phobia:

-Phobia: ... In hypnagogia I followed you, in a later time.
That vulnerable of me... you didn't fully comprehend, I am not what you see, not even what you heard, that archetype... why do you fool yourself?

-Phobia: No enantiodromia will occur, you'll never see that resurfacing again, and although my persona is an empty mask built for the others (and you know it)... that's my business, and there's a mystery that you cannot penetrate.
I'm really sorry for this.

-Daño: You didn't need to be so bitter, right? Do you think I can't be bitter and aggressive, and rude if I want? Will you ever grow one day?

-Phobia: If you came here to reproach me, you can return on the same direction you came, I don't like to hear people criticizing me.

-Daño: This afternoon, a girl rang my bell. 
She asked for a help to pay the rent... I know, I know this sounds weird, but it happens sometimes here.
She was door by door, I asked "Where are you from?" She said she was from Pamplona.
Cute, long long hair, like 20 years old (is beyond me why someone from Pamplona would move to Gijón).
 
I went to the room and brought 1 €, and gave it to her... in that moment I noted certain irregular texture in the coin, you know, too "smooth", I said something in Rioplatense (sometimes it escapes from my mind-mouth), I asked her if it was "trucha" (fake), she laughed and said that it was genuine.
Strange episode, but it happened to me today, April 23, and you know that...

-Phobia: Shut up please, what's your problem? Why don't you leave me alo...

-Daño: ... Leave you alone! How dare you, manipulative piece of shit, to tell me "leave me alone"!

-Phobia: Life is an illusion. No matter if it's real, it's an illusion either way, like a game, or a TV show, get it? A TV show, because it ends.
We shouldn't complain if some have more than us in this casino, it's illusion, a game, and life-casino it's fair and just, in the end we all have exactly the same: death.
And that reward doesn't end.

-Phobia: This is to answer to your first question.
About the rest... I don't know, I don't understand what you say, you talk too fast.

-Daño: Do you know what?
Seeing you again, I think that we hate, and at the same time we need, that ideal being we cannot find, call it anima or archetype, then, maybe, one day we reach the object, but it's a disappointment, because we didn't find Aphrodite, Achilles or Chesterton -as we thought-, we just found a provincial girl, or a selfish asshole of a man, and despite the "love" is there, between us, our archetype never comes, then the bitterness, the reproach and eventually the disaster happen.
The archetype never came, her animus (in this case) never was there, she hates and needs this wise and heroic figure at once, this inner construction (whose first stone was a father, where the incestuous notion is not absent) and this is her deepest hate, and she hates herself for this frustration, too, which is an emptiness.
Probably the dawn of the hero in the myth had to do with this emptiness, therefore projection, the hero is ourselves deified, and he executes all the feats and even vengeances we can't.
The hero is allowed to hate freely, to be a beast, he's got a carte blanche to be a violent murderer, an authoritarian and an unlimited fornicator, like Aphrodite or Hercules... during our life we search for this model of freedom and instinct, but it can't be found, because he/she is an exclusive creation of our inner self, and there she/he lives only, in our inner self, because she/he is not human, but an ideal, a god.

Did you ever face your animus? To neutralize him, and set you free. Did you?

-Phobia: Wow; that's a very deep analysis. Tell me more, I listen to your lecture with attention.

-Daño: What lecture?

-Phobia: Yours.
Listen, people like the humane stories, things that move their emotions, no-one wants to listen to your grotesque, rarefied, repellent and incomprehensible stories, neither I want.
You have a mental problem, you're not normal, but I have enough with my problems.

-Phobia: WHAT THE FUCK IS ANIMUS! I don't understand what you say, no-one understands!
How could what you write be taken to the cinema? How! Impossible!

-Daño: What d...

-Phobia: Did you watch Almodóvar's "Talk to her"? Did you ever watch something normal, emotional, with normal human emotions in your life? Eh! If so, you could have seen how it shows that men have feelings too... but you don't, what kind of man are you? A twat without feelings or the normal emotions of the people... a...

-Daño: ... No, I'm not!

-Phobia: Yes you are!

-Daño: No!

-Phobia: Yes!

-Daño: No!

-Phobia: Yes!

-Daño: No bitch!

-Phobia: Yes wanker!

-Daño: No you cheap slut!

-Phobia: Yes, shut up imbecile!

-Daño: Cocksucker!

-Phobia : Pajero!

-Daño: I better leave.

-Phobia: Aaah, listen everybody, the victim!
Come, listen to the martyr, "he leaves"!

-Phobia: What are you? An alien? An abnormal? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!

-Daño: Why you always have to make...

-Phobia: Wow, I always make him cry, listen to the poor, pobrecito! I make him cry!
Do you know how the crocodile cries? His tears, terrible.
Come everybody, come to see this great actor! Lucifer in person, and also a big douchebag...

-Daño: ... Good evening.

-Phobia: Daño, you know what? I always think about you when I wash my ass in the bidet.
While I soap and wash my ass and my cunt in the bidet after taking a ginormous and smokey shit.

-Daño: What the fuck? What the fuck is that supp...

-Phobia: ... Fuck you! Fuck you and your stupid world, I don't get it, I don't understand what's your problem, and I loathe you everyday, and still you are like lacerating spears among the ribs!
What are you! What is this life, what the fuck is all this shit!
Come, come everybody! I'M ABNORMAL TOO, A MONSTER WOMAN, SHAME SHAME SHAME! COME COME TO SEE! YOU TOO MADAM! SEÑORAA!

-Daño: Goodbye...

-Phobia: What is our problem! What!

-Daño: Our problem is precisely "our probl..."

Phobia: ... Everything is ruins, chaos, shit!
 
EVERYTHING IS SHIT!
 
Destroyed, everything is destroyed, and WHOS' TO BLAME! I'M TO BLAME? YOU FUCKING FRUSTRATING BASTERD!
LEAVE, GREAT! HIDE IN YOUR SHELL! ESCAPE, COWARD, IDIOT!
SEE EVERYBODY, SEE HOW HE RUNS, THE MORON! IS THAT THE MAN I DESERVE? THAT?!!





































The City and the Words.