WHO IS WHO?

If hell existed and was palpable, wouldn't it be the eternal repetition of the worst day that a wretch ever lived on earth? And each pain, despair and storm intensified to the extreme to make the soul melt and then be reborn on the other side and go through it all again? So Atílio, who was not even religious, knew that if there was such an eternal punishment he was in it. The sounds, of the rain, of the engine of his car, of the other cars passing by the road, the wind, the vegetation, from the lowest to the loudest, stunned his hearing, as well as his vision was affected as never before by the landscape of the dream. The heightened senses caused the uncomfortable perception of being a baby, learning to use them for the first time. But that was not even what most afflicted him, but to know that he was in that stream trapped by a torment of extraordinary proportions and that in some supernatural way that doe was responsible for this. Even if the repetitions were not all bad, they fatigued him and when he came back to reality, in the hospital bed, he was almost always so agitated that he needed to be sedated to control himself. I say it was not all bad because things that were not noticed before were now revealed and pieces of the puzzle seemed to appear.

The first time the repetition of the accident started he was himself, in the first person (that was when his senses were heightened), but the second time he was the spectator, in the third person. And even if I did not overcome in distress and anguish the first, the third time, now, it touched him in a unique way. Because now he saw the whole scenario and the situation happening, but he would say the car was not him, but someone else. A man in his late twenties, with glasses, looking like an intellectual, looked like a teacher, from Atílio's own perceptions. But he realized it in an even stranger way. Because in this version Atílio was not just an incorporeal spectator, observing all that from afar. He was none other than the doe itself. And it was when he left the gas station's convenience store, where he stopped to refuel thirty minutes before the accident happened that he realized. He (the doe) on the side of the road, staring at that man who leaves the store with a can of soda in one hand, and a bag in the other. It was the first time that he could clearly see who was driving the car. This scene did exist, and made him see, on the doe's body, the look of dread and fragility of that guy, who was in his place, representing exactly his own. The look of the prey at the imminent attack. The doe's eyes in turn were intimidating, large and dark. Like dug wells that lead straight to hell. It was during this encounter with the animal that Atílio's spirit began to change and madness began to court him. The doe would appear in other even more bizarre situations. When the doe's third appearance, in a rage, Atílio (in this case the other person) got out of the car slamming the door and calling the doe, things for the first time changed in relation to what actually happened. In this event he vented and left gesturing and cursing, calling the doe and lamenting the hellish situation he had ended up getting into, but he had no doe, so he calmed down, got in the car and continued on his way. But now she was there. On one side of the highway there was an agricultural harvester machine stopped, the animal got out from behind the machine. And said:

"Because this is happening to me. And why am I now in the body of that damned animal? And who are you?" And got the following answer: "I don't know. I could ask the same thing. But I think it has to do with a little book. I'm Reinaldo, professor of philosophy and I'm bogged down with all this shit too. We don't know what to expect next time. And it seems that the only solution is a shot in the head isn't it? "