Unsaint Sebastian

Sebastian the Sinful

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There is a fear of one day discovering - that there is some "in fact" - where thinking and feeling is not what it is now

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present

A ruined building. Two police officers drive up to it, get out of the car and look around.

First:

-Some place looks like my wife's institute.

Second:

-She's an actress?

Walking up to the door of the building

 

First(kicks the door open):

-Actress. She's lying on the mattress and yells, "Give me a Coke!

The other one turned on a flashlight. The police walk around the floor: rows of people stacked in rows everywhere.

The First (touching the Second by the arm):

-Don't touch them. Upstairs.

 

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And the cops go to the 3rd floor: they climb the slippery purple stairs and walk down the hallway.

 

First:

-They're good people, these sleepers: a minimum of everything - give them a bunk and they'll tell you everything.

The second (shines light on the face of the sleeper, opens his eyes and shines light into his pupils):

-Rare shot - not everyone gets third access.

 

The sleeping man cried out like a child: breathed deeply and remained motionless: looking at the policeman - through him.

 

Second (to the First): - this one will tell.

 

Sleeper:

-They're not dead! -with pain and tears, -they're not dead!

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past

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The corridor of a state institution.

People open the doors of the office and take a form from the man behind the counter. Trecto goes through last and watches.

CZS:

-Provide date of birth, marital status, addresses of relatives, health status, age and eye color; -and wait for your turn.

Someone in the line is toward Trekto:

-Hey you! -You want to be special? Get in line. (laughs)

 

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Trecto took the form and settled into a chair. Nearby, a girl had filled in almost the entire form and was writing at the bottom of the second side. Trecto noticed her with his side vision and asked:

-There's so much text. I mean, the paragraph is meant to be a word.

Duona:

-And the downside? You have to specify all the changes.

Trekkto:

-It's not like it's your first time here.

Duona:

-Yes and no. (Looking at him - and looking into his eyes). Sometimes no means yes. (extends hand). Dee.

Trecto(accepts with a handshake):

Three.

Duona:

-What are you doing out there?

Trekkto:

-Unknown Surrealist.

Duona:

-Famous.

Trekkto:

-It would be good to be found in this sparkling branching stream....

Duona(in a cold voice):

-You're Cosmos, and Cosmos is not for me. (She finished a line on the form, gave Trecto her pen, put the form together in a plane and went to the secretary's office.)

 

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Trecto finished filling out the form and followed Duona to the secretary's office.

The secretary read and pointed in the direction:

-Follow the hallway to the fifth door on the left.  Nice and easy.

 

4.

Trecto walks down the crowded corridor and counts the doors. Duona appeared in the distance, and Trekkto hurried after her. A man in a suit met Trekkto at the fifth door, blocked his view, shook his hand, and led him into an office.

 

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Trecto in the study: hundreds of books, hundreds of file folders, and hundreds of artifacts in a spacious office. PMC pointed to a chair. Trekkto made himself comfortable and picked up a crystal ball from the desk.

PMC:

-The strange creatures they are, humans? Almost identical - and different in the biography of the defectives.

Trekkto:

-If I saw myself as a human being, I'd agree.

PMC:

-Everything is exactly the same in India -remember?

Trekkto:

-Let's start with the fact that life is a dream.....

PMC:

-We tend to forget that we're asleep. To remember is to hold a card in your hand, to know is to hold a deck.

Trekkto:

-Then who am I?

PMC:

-Sleeping. You're not the first, you're not the last. But here's the interesting thing: You're almost thirty - and you have no family, no car, no house, no dog, no insurance - isn't that hard?

Trekkto:

-It's not hard to be with anything at all in this life.

PMC:

-Sleep now:
deep, warm and soft. And no nightmare or oppressive thought will disturb you. Look (pointing to the surveillance monitor in the hallway of the room - crowds are fighting for the right to fill out the form first): debtors, abandoned, wastrels, - personality has given them problems for life - but you are different.

Trecto(to St. Sebastian's portrait - with a smirk):

-Has it helped him...

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Five people in the break room - laughing: two reciters filling in for each other and three half-asleep laughing with them.

Reader1:

-Recognize in the nightmare- the emanations of your own self.....

Listener1:

-This stuff is infinitely outdated.

Listener2:

-Which one of my I's is not my own?

Listener3:

-The one that went to the university.

Listener1:

-I dreamed that my wife was writing about our life to strangers from the exhibition-I remember those letters about the movies.....

Listener2:

-They like to assert the rights of outsiders to glue flippers to them.

Listener1:

-Good thing she got her own flippers on.

(with regret through sternness)

Listener3:

-You did a good job on her. Is that why you came here?

Listener2:

-They're not so easy. According to this book, all goddesses are whores, and if a whore is a goddess, she's alive until the last person hears about her.

Listener1:

-The book is infinitely outdated.

Listener3:

-Good job turning on the grinder. Letters of endearment are meat juice.....

Listener1:

-The child could have played shapes, but he burned the cubes. -You could have.

Listener2:

-Good thing a rabbit's not a freeloader on the farm.

 

Pause. Laughter.

 

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Reader2:

-There's an immortal in our midst who's supposed to grow a body a year in a test tube.

Reader1:

-I've heard of whole-body cryonization.

Reader2:

-Replace the replaceable atomic mass all at once? - Three human flesh is not enough.

Reader1:

-Good thing they're not here.

 

(Ominous laughter)

 

8.Mir.

Trekto is wandering down the corridor. Duona draws at the dead end of the corridor.

As Trekkto walks in her direction, Duona finishes and hides her sketchbook.

A look. Greetings.

Duona:

-Hello.

Trecto nodded serenely:

-burning incense on the far bank- and so calm, as if he'd helped someone.

Duona:

-Is it mirror vaporization?

Trekkto:

-Mirror vaporization?

Duona:

-I guess because it's all across the street, it's mirror vapor....

Trekkto:

-And you glide with smoke through the worlds -and to each new one you show the echo of the previous one -but you float to something outside, and you find yourself on a film between the worlds -and you glide along it, to something whose love you were once born....

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