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Adrian
Adrian? Adrian!
Equal!
Really equal!
I bought him an identical one once
When I took him to the department stores he was always so enthusiast
If I had gone along with all his desires
Now I would be forced to beg
Adrian who?
I think I don't know anyone called Adrian.
I thought you knew him.
I know... to be honest I knew almost everyone here... in the area.
Could you give me some clue?
Can you describe him?
Sure! Adrian used always to wear...
Yes! You saw many like him... but he...
he loved to dress that way...
Usually he would go around at the same hour...
... and he used to walk along the same road, near...
Yes.... near...
I'm sure you know that road...
He was... ah...
It doesn't matter.
It's a long time since you're looking for him?
A long time? I don't know!
Maybe... maybe you know him...
Yes, it's likely that you saw him before he...
...before he...
Everything!
To tell the truth I always bought everything he asked.
When he saw that our neighbor has bought a Playstation 2
I bought him a Playstation 3
When his classmate got a scooter
I bought him the Honda 125 motorcycle
When his godfather at confirmation got an utilitarian car
For his 18h birthday I made him a surprise
by letting him find a shiny black volvo in front of the garage
Four-cylinder petrol engine with turbocharger, 1595 cubic centimeters
But when his cousin got a girlfriend
a fashion model who posed for the campaign of a company of luxury yachts
Well, I didn't know what to buy.
Then I asked him.
He was offended.
He yelled at me that he no longer wanted to be supported for life,
that he had already bought what he wanted.
That's great, I said.
I'm glad to know that you know what you want.
Anyway, I realized it only in the evening,
when I found his mother's brain scattered on the sink
as he slowly descended the stairs
in his right hand a Smith & Wesson revolver
in the left one a bunch of 500 euro bills
taken from my wall safe.
Here it is what I wanted, he said,
while pointing the revolver against me
and planting a bullet in the middle of my forehead,
before he went away in a nightclub
to get laid with a bunch of models for 500 euros each.
I think I knew him.
In part at least.
To be more precise, I knew that part on the asphalt of the road
the night I was coming back from overtime.
It had to be the hand.
Amazing!
You were amazing, Adrian!
Because you knew what you wanted
You've always known,
and I never understood.
Yes, amazing!
They're becoming ever more real.
They're like many plates of Pioneer probe, wandering in the space
waiting for some brain in slumber able to decipher them.
There are still thousands out there, maybe millions.
Memories recorded on the frequency of alpha waves
orphans of the minds that created them.
Memories so thin that they no longer even keep track of bodies
they abandoned to the amnesia of matter.
I wonder if I will never see a face
that is not always and only mine.
The man considered the answers of his ghosts,
he refused to be fooled by impostors
he divined a growing intelligence in certain perplexities.
Jorge Luis Borges, the Circular Ruins
End of the first act
Directed, written, edited, performed and produced by Alessandro Fantini
Cinematography, music and special effects by Alessandro Fantini
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