julho 25, 2004

Vargtimmen



Johan: Here, this is the worst of them. I call him the Birdman. I don't know if it is a real beak or just a mask. He is very fast. As if he was related to Papageno in The Magic Flute. The others, the carnivores, the insects... especially the spidermen. And the schoolteacher, with his stick… And then these...tattling metal-hard women ... I have to stay awake awhile. In an hour it will be day... then I can sleep. A minute is really a long time span. It starts...10 seconds… Oh, these seconds! See how long they last! Still not a minute. There it is! Now it is gone. Say something. Talk to me, Alma.

Alma: I've been thinking about something for a while... Are you listening? Our life together for seven years... No, that's not what I was going to say.

Johan: I know.

Alma: Isn't it so that people living together for a long time start to resemble one another? They develop so many things in common. Not just their thoughts... Their faces get a similar expression. Why do you think that happens? I wish for us to become so old together that we start thinking each other’s thoughts. And develop similar, dried-up wrinkled faces. What do you think about that? Are you sleeping? Let's go, Johan. Let's go to bed.