Tokyo, Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden
Scene 5
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Suddenly, Hektor Maille realised that he had got entangled in the false narrative form – quite in the manner that one realises that one is speaking in the voice of one's brother, or using the wrong name while greeting one's wife, or ordering by mistake the costliest Cognac. He got such a fright that it sent the nuts and bolts in his head into a wild frenzy; they rattled around until they almost fused together; a short circuit narrowly, the great crash. The «self» as the gravitational force in his world of imagination suddenly seemed to be merely a digital assertion: there and not there at once. Everything tilted and tumbled: like a spaceship without a steering wheel, a world without polarisation, a German shepherd dog without a master. At the very last moment only he succeeded to extricate himself from himself. And while he was floating trough the gravity-free space, he saw how he, trapped in another form of narrative, like in a space capsule, vanished into a worm hole.