Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. IX)
hello, my Executor in the world of the living:
nearly three months without contact with you Antoine, but communications are virtually R'lyeh I have gone null and reliving my personal hell, in this city that is as close to purgatory.
since our last contact is much that has happened, for you may seem only months for me have been years or maybe centuries. dimension in this space - time expands and contracts, would seem to magically.
ocean with islands fantastic and magical lost cities, the old ship that docks at the port finally nameless. the beacon of hopelessness. views of others. dreams to see. not knowing whether or not you're dead.
what I can tell from the winding streets and brothels of R'lyeh, just get used to how it was necessary suitable clothing to go unnoticed, bearing in mind that are rather few, if not none-the men who inhabit this doomed city.
've seen, because I have really seen extraordinary creatures, from fish men arriving from Insmouth, to the Annunaki, who roam the streets confidently displaying its reptilian form. protoplasmic beings, werewolves, Lamia, and an endless number of extraordinary creatures that would delight any reader of horror novels.
've been following Howard and Randolph quietly with my new dress. I look like an old monk and enigmatic luminous eyes, a secret talisman porto much more ancient pre-Columbian ruins Machu Pichu and speak the pre - Sanskrit fluently. my ears look weird, like zombies deformations of Ur but not as an undead. I do not call too much attention and time to interact with residents or tourists, it is disconcerting to them the strangeness of my appearance and my complete lack of intonation.
So I've been able (when I can gather the courage-and I must confess that I got used to the horrors-) to venture company made a mad and I understand entirely.
act in a trance and I would add that the pace of my biological clock has changed radically. my pulse is almost imperceptible (I told myself I was Obviously, he knew he was dead indeed.) now sleeping hours are minimal (if possible lentrada distinguish reality and fantasy).
my sense of wonder is limited to the extreme. I'm almost imperturbable, even when the feeling of fear is ever increasing, partly because I discovered that plotting these two, which I'll tell you another time.
my gait were not confined to determine the next destination of our (your) trip. once here, gradually discovered certain places, especially sites that can be described as clubs or bars or restaurants and as everything in this strange city, contains, as a doubt - the hint of individuality.
remember very well how in every room he entered, someone appeared linked to my earthly life. was a review, was to roll the film back memories pictures, images invented by my psyche, or whatever I define and limit me as Leo. I can not say you have a physical body to address. in this state everything is ethereal.
an old ex-lover who had been blind to time, suddenly appears as if by magic, comes to my table at which sat, drinking a liquor indescribable, organize my chronic trying to remember in every detail of what I witnessed on this journey and I feel like Stevenson in his journey to the South Seas.
especially traumatic was meeting my last great love, I drank that for the last whiskey and barbiturates. it, the trigger of this hallucination that is my death or my dream came hook made with his partner, sat at a table for two and after ordering, walked to the toilet to powder her nose and then crossed eyes. did not seem to recognize me, but I could not help but smile and I gave them away. returned to his table, picked up his glass a couple of drinks, talked her ear of her lover and then went to me.
"I told him I come to read the future, look to see that you invent!
said without even a greeting. put your drink on the table and sat down, stretched a miserable Gaitan and stared at me. I remained silent.
- almost did not recognize you in that suit those ears so ridiculous and false, what are you doing down here?
and smiled.
- if you want to read your future.
- I do not, I'm dead, like you - he said.
- no surprise, just arrived, I see, even the sweet scent bring warmer waters.
- is all so pretty! I'm fascinated with the landscape, something never seen! I am also like my best years, is not it? ... "And what do you do now?
- I am still a wanderer, no more.
- are you passing through? I do not understand, really ... Is where do you go?, I see. What if you want to go back there?
- I'm just wandering around ... How about you, where are you going?, Or perhaps do you live here?
- Leng going to summer, with my boyfriend.
- interesting.
spoke a short time. we look one last time. I saw no love in his eyes. a small shadow of friendship was all that remained.
when I finished my drink bordered midnight. would soon pass heteronyms Providence. Howard and Randolph conspiracy. right now just crossed the sidewalk in front carrying some packages, I followed them, I will continue my story at another time, sorry about stopping right here, at this point, 'but the issue warrants.
Toño see you soon, hugs
Le Gris.
PS I sent a nice postcard of R'lyeh, that I remember.
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