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"The world as we see it is happening," Paul Tarsus

Bruce Conner

I have not really born to do something, "says Louis, while quickly typing a report on the computer and turn your eyes slow, very slow, to see her companion. Anne, the secretary of the adjacent desk, staring at, smile thanking the period of distraction and slow down your fingers away from the keyboard, do you really think so? "he asks. Luis took a sip of coffee and crack their toes bent under the patent of those black shoes are so fond. Ana

met Luis at the restaurant right away, he was a wonderful cook, only the restaurant closed and then Anne told of a vacancy for a secretary, Luis, a little uncomfortable by the gender of the job, applied, and not surprised they gave him the job. He always got the job.

When I was in the restaurant, says Luis, every time I put to cook a steak, I was staring at her, was waiting for it just right, until you began to open a corridor between me and the man holding the pan. It was like a white tunnel, still without blinking, meat became a mystery and time, heat the oil and flat factors, until I came to myself and continued the work, fortunately the meat almost always arrived on time those dishes and diners may last a long time at work.

secretary now play keys without stopping and re-open the white corridor between me and the fingers on the keyboard. The same thing happened when I was a tailor's assistant and driver of a taxi. Any work dulls me to the point where it is inevitable to leave my body quiet, walking through the white tunnel and walk to the beach. The work is still alone, mechanical, without me, and I can only return to the body after intently watching that sea.

Work from eighteen to life has been, no matter what I do, there comes a time when I go and I'm in the white sand beach that I met when I was ten. My parents took me. That touched the sand and the sea the first time I ate the body. Probably

, Luis, what you need is to go to that beach again, to finish with the stigma, it is not possible, says Ana (while chewing gum with skill) all the time to go and not fantasize Do nothing.

is that this is more than fantasy. Ana did not understand that this is more than fantasy. It is a moment that becomes and stays in my body, provided that accurate sea, always feeling a pleasure about to run over any task, any present.

took months and Anne on his birthday gave Luis a ticket flight to the white sand beach, Luis went to spend his summer holidays there. He came to the beach with fantastic work shirt, that says Fernandez in the right pocket and feet black shoes she loved. He walked a little sand. He dared not touch the water, he sat, watching the terrible waves kicked up little bodies of intrepid surfers. Crustaceans dined with red wine and went to accommodate a hotel. He slept the best night of his life. There was no pleasure, never thought he had enjoyed so much.

awoke the next day as if it had never closed his eyes. He knew that feeling. Then he realized he could not move my hands, cracking or toes, as he used to do all the time, turned in all directions, or at least it was believed that while the idea seized him that he was a place to see everything turning hole. Became acquainted with a strange smell anything. A dim light was responsible for eating everything, Luis could swear that ate up inside the eye.
Numbness
not heard more than the violence of the waves. It took only minutes to realize that his whole body had prepared an ambush. Could feel was opening before him long white corridor that so often hallucinated.

overheard the flight of their own footsteps, recognized the heels of those patent leather shoes that he liked so much, and the more steps were inaudible loudest ever became his own.