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THE SHADOW



Hitting rock bottom has its good sides too, because anywhere you go from there will be better or at least less bad, just like all roads head south when you are at the North Pole, and north – when you are at the South Pole, so the poles with their minus seventy degrees of cold are the lowest you can go, and you feel like running down the streets and shouting “I’m happy!”, “I’m free!”, “I’m in love!”, “I’m rich!”, “I’m the boss!”, “I’m God!” – but just one look at how the pointer of the compass is spinning like crazy at the pole, forgetting the whereabouts of north and south or deciding that everywhere is north and south, and your heart unwinds – time to stop shouting on the street and get your knapsack packed since there is an infinite variety of directions from both poles and all you have to do is walk, walk, and you leave the glaciers behind and you enter apple, cherry, orange orchards, palms, hazel groves and sugar canes, roses and orchids and the minus seventy degree cold is just a memory on whose backdrop the sea and the sunset enthrall you even more and you feel like shouting – I am God, but another God this time! – but just when you are about to open your mouth, you see that the apple orchard and the palms are gone and you are crawling among rocks that have been here for generations without water or a grass leaf, and you apprehend that the countless directions have been no direction at all, and you feel like running down the street again and shouting with a frenzied grin – justice there is! – but you hit rock bottom, freezing in the cosmic chill and a black spark flickers in your head – wouldn’t you get warmer if you seized the compass by the neck so that the pointer would stop its crazy spin and show you only two directions instead, like any normal compass would do, with the hope that if you’re wrong again, you’d try again, but the black spark stammers with a black light – when you finally take the plunge you don’t want to see the compass pointer whirling out of its axis, so the only thing left for you to do is run along the street shouting – are there any break-proof compasses? – well, what could you possibly expect from a black spark…