That hot afternoon the doctor drove his car without a destination. He had finally made his invention work, and been congratulated by everyone at work. However, the sun falling through the right window and he here escaping the city: the feeling of going, like others, to an unimaginable place.
At times the survival of humanity tormented him, not for the "survival" of "all" but that portion that connected us to others with just a drop of life to dedicate to individual survival.
He decided to head out early, he felt a strong urge to go toward the plains on the occasion. "Is that why he worked' Solely to confirm of a former occasion? Now having passed the large highways on the outskirts of the city, the plain extended endlessly in the windshield. Not wanting to know where he was going...but sooner or later would come into that pueblo. What's it's called? A place where nobody asks questions.
He kept on for many kilometers without seeing a thing. There were no men, no cows, no ranchers, as it looked in the movies. Just as the sun brightened, the pueblo arrived. He looked for a small hotel, one that only has one plant and one client per year. He asked for a room with a window and he sat down on the bed to watch the birds pass by.
He would've liked to have had the plain before him like a singular certainty, but the enormous distance and the small pueblo have him at the sea. Perhaps it was on a boat, a boat over the shadowy waves, filled with contaminated people. Each one feverish and delirious in their cabin. No. No he wasn't a doctor nor a captain of that ship. Hallways and aisles. Perhaps the captain's already been dead.
He sat down to dine at a table next to the window and closed the curtains. It was already dark outside. The wind whistled out there. From a distance, it seems to him the sound of the gallop of a horse. It'd be better if tomorrow he had nowhere to go--he thought--. However what came to his memory were the people at work. Not one was happy but they were always smiling. He wasn't optimistic, but he believed in the right to tranquility and leisure.
He ate the dinner already cold, maybe he felt he was getting older; he felt his head numb and his muscles ache. Or it could've been the fatigue and the nights without sleep. At times, he imagined himself like an infinite old being inhabiting an asteroid.
At times the survival of humanity tormented him, not for the "survival" of "all" but that portion that connected us to others with just a drop of life to dedicate to individual survival.
He decided to head out early, he felt a strong urge to go toward the plains on the occasion. "Is that why he worked' Solely to confirm of a former occasion? Now having passed the large highways on the outskirts of the city, the plain extended endlessly in the windshield. Not wanting to know where he was going...but sooner or later would come into that pueblo. What's it's called? A place where nobody asks questions.
He kept on for many kilometers without seeing a thing. There were no men, no cows, no ranchers, as it looked in the movies. Just as the sun brightened, the pueblo arrived. He looked for a small hotel, one that only has one plant and one client per year. He asked for a room with a window and he sat down on the bed to watch the birds pass by.
He would've liked to have had the plain before him like a singular certainty, but the enormous distance and the small pueblo have him at the sea. Perhaps it was on a boat, a boat over the shadowy waves, filled with contaminated people. Each one feverish and delirious in their cabin. No. No he wasn't a doctor nor a captain of that ship. Hallways and aisles. Perhaps the captain's already been dead.
He sat down to dine at a table next to the window and closed the curtains. It was already dark outside. The wind whistled out there. From a distance, it seems to him the sound of the gallop of a horse. It'd be better if tomorrow he had nowhere to go--he thought--. However what came to his memory were the people at work. Not one was happy but they were always smiling. He wasn't optimistic, but he believed in the right to tranquility and leisure.
He ate the dinner already cold, maybe he felt he was getting older; he felt his head numb and his muscles ache. Or it could've been the fatigue and the nights without sleep. At times, he imagined himself like an infinite old being inhabiting an asteroid.
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