Part 19.5: Worst version

A beat, a tremor, a vibration; a melody that seems to dull itself with a clear intention: That desire floods her thoughts like a plague of mental pleasure.

This whole framework of musical self-consumerism drives the tube I'm on in the form of a moan, the most important of all.

All the clouds have clustered on either side of the essence, so that they seem to take the shape of a pair of wings made of clouds.

And with that, our ascent results as a fast, forceful and revealing symphony; through movements that are surprised, feeling so numb with each moan that constitutes this musical frame that devours and claims.

Beats are squeezed and released in a cycle that resonates like someone making mincemeat of an ice rink with a clear intention that does not support claims.

Physiological reason and human reason, respectively, always so complementarily contrary. After a perennial and very ancient struggle, both reasons have merged, but this is only an equivalent to what in your reality would be called POLITICAL FRIENDSHIP.

Although, for the moment, I have been reduced to a whimper, it did not cease to represent your survival instinct and, I believe, that is why it was necessary for me to remain inside this tube of essence.

Some say that we cats stay where we are treated well, where it suits us best; just as it happens with a political friendship (a coincidence?), everything is for a cause linked to personal ambitions and, physiological and human reasons are not exempt from having their own ambitions as well.

It is not in the interest of either side for Luz to die and now that I am her main groaner, it would cost me my life if something irrevocable and deadly were to happen to her life.

There was no choice but to join one of the brains of Luz's brain with this tube of paranoid essence. From this, the dawn that was created in that memory of a fleeting night (and maybe with an intensity that not even a thousand and one nights together could gather) will be the dawn of that impossible dream that has no other way but to emerge.

Those knocks, tremors and vibrations have shaken Luz's mind like an idea that wants to be created by the senses and not by the mind. These sounds were created by movements of ascent and descent that surrounded the hell of the mind with that golden light of the created dawn, and the paradise of the body was drenched with sweat. Two fences made of desire, one of these is in the form of a halo and the other of a multiplied seed. Both forms are the two proposals between which The great presentiment will have to choose. The two proposals for the shape of this adolescent romance.

The upper and lower extremities of Luz and Alexis forged the margins of the world where their impossible dream will emerge. Their hands yielded to the wind the power to play with the lines of destiny of the hands of the two. The wind will intertwine their destinies and, in some way, he will be the protagonist. Of course, Alexis and Luz will feel everything until they get tired of feeling because they both know what the great presentiment is all about.

However, the same thing that happens with presentiments happens with any thought bent by liquor.

It seems that the dark being also has a lot to do in all this story (I think I had already said that) because it is no coincidence that Luz's brain wants to lead me to the memory of the day after that night in which the forces that would rule the new land of an impossible dream began to be created.

"... Flavia, I do whatever I want and they will still look for me until the end of the world. No scolding or reproaches, just joy and happiness for having found you.

I bet she's at some party smooching her WORST IS NOTHING. I'm sure it's a party in the city, he's been dying to go to one for a long time.

Oops, if my mom found out he's trying to belong to Margot's high school freshman circle....

Me, on the other hand, I.... the mistakes in my life are too boring for my mom to even care. She's more interested in her tragic life and my father's tragic life.

Until Esteban grows up or leaks a burp he is more remarkable than my poor life as an admirer of the lives of others. Because, apparently the only important thing I have to offer at lunchtime is to gossip some scandalous stories about students or about the families of students at school.

God, I think I had a little too much to drink yesterday.... Shit! Shit!..."

This is the part where Luz took her father's car and the hangover has come on strong. Surely her mind must be very strong to reject that pill Margot made her take to avoid the painful effects of alcohol.

"... Margot, I don't know, me drink, I've never drank and mom wouldn't approve, don't you know they say that drinking liquor before 25 damages your neurons?"

In her voice bitterness was an understatement, she was influenced by the liquor that had finally seeped into her bloodstream formed by the living cells that made up every part of her body.

Although the latter might seem redundant for being obvious, now my words are what keeps them alive. Otherwise, I would never have been able to mention them even in a short sentence of this story.

If my narrative has led me to speak of them, it is because the Light that is frozen is losing the battle.

Anyway, I am calm, I mean, she is the protagonist, she cannot die. Although to reach the living cells means to be already on the threshold between life and death.

That it has taken me this far to talk about something like alcohol does not surprise me. Liquor like many other things only serves to give you more of what you hate most about yourself, or that is my definition.

After her first cat was swept away by the current, she adopted another stray cat on the sly. It's the same poor compatriot of mine that Alexis' dad killed with a single shot.

Anyway, before that cat died there was another very unorthodox event for the ears and vision of a girl who was about to turn 8.

For a reason that is of no consequence the father's chubby younger brother. He came when the sun went down, anyone would think that after drinking who knows how many glasses of beer at the cantina, he would head straight home to sleep until the next day; but apparently he lacked energy to discharge. He decided to go to little Luz's poor house. Her father had not yet arrived and her mother was making the bed because her daughter was falling asleep. The mother supposed that she was getting tired of listening to the same songs. She no longer danced and sang as much as when she was 3 years old. Or at least, not when they were indoors. She only seemed as energetic when they went to the park or when she was at school. At home Luz's joy was controlled. Outside she was an uncontrollable avalanche, the only child the boys never caught in the cat and mouse game.

One of those nights the father's drunken brother knocked on the door of the house and, receiving no answer, kicked and kicked the rickety old wooden door. After 10 blows he made a hole through which he put his foot with a black shoe that had not been polished.

"He takes advantage of the fact that your father is not here. He's taking advantage of the fact that there's only me, you and your two little brothers.... He's a bastard!"

The rest is no longer important, the point is that the drunken Light is remembering the event. As well as the guilt that overwhelmed her father's brother the next day. She sent her daughter to talk to Luz's mother on his behalf: "My daddy is not bad, besides he promises not to scare anyone anymore... it is the alcohol's fault, alcohol brings out the worst in him and he is addicted...".

Her mother finished the sentence: "addicted to being the worst version of himself, why is that?".

No one will be surprised anymore by my concept of anything with liquor in it that leaves you without your 5 senses well placed in reality.

The point is that living cells are unpronounceable in a novel that is sponsored by Lucifer or the one above. Both shelter beings that no longer feel the wind and the wind no longer feels them. Without wind or air there is no life.

If my words have reached the living cells, it is because both elements have finally found the point where their natures meet. This shows that the fusion between human and physiological reason will be the basis of the nature that rules from heaven to earth in the new impossible world.

I suppose that liquor offers the worst version of human reason, the one that contradicts itself. The father's brother may no longer be breaking down his door, but he was still drinking and shouting words at his daughter that would scare any neighbor's son... he was still scaring her.

That memory only stimulated the painful vibration inside her head. That sound that repeats in the mind is as annoying as the redundancy that tarnishes the freshness of the prose (even redundancies have an explanation in this story, why is that?).

Although sometimes redundancies serve as a reminder of important things. Maybe Luz should have remembered before she drunkenly took the wheel.

If the same melody interrupts your train of thought over and over again, it may just be trying to alert you.

However, Luz's eyes could not pay more attention than to a look that was illuminated by a dawn that seemed dreamy: A golden one that she could not see, she could only feel behind her eyes an incessant itch that burned and illuminated the pain of a wound, a wound that contained many more; but for all of them there was light and warmth that would use them as inspiration.

Which word have you heard more: cause or causation?

Reality would no longer be light

Reality would only be the shadow

"Is your right eye the shadow of the full moon that accelerates my heartbeat and the left is the shadow of the sun that gives me a mission?"

With that question he heard the sound of a crash. He sounded too close, heard too well the mix of scream and noise from the brake she was pressing.

He got out of the car immediately, but took steps on the track at the speed of a baby when he was first learning to use his legs.

He did not go very far, because the liquor had not covered his sense of smell so as not to detect that colony too strong to go unnoticed even.

She tried to run, but the liquor made her lose her balance before the third step and she was lying on the asphalt ... on the asphalt lay the worst version of herself.