Short pause.
And now that I've told you all this, I have understood that there is no point in talking like this. I mean, I've talked, jumped from one subject to another, made some things more precise, clarified something... And from the beginning already I understood that I can't talk about this... the way I need to. I've understood from the beginning already that it is going to be a failure. Because it has to be like with the briefcase – you felt that the briefcase was missing, got frightened, remembered where you had left it, cheered up and calmed down. Or, the other version – you didn't remember, saddened and got upset. And all this in one second.
And it had to be the same way here. Well, somehow like this... I don't know how... Well, somehow like...
Puts on pilot's hedgear with goggles, takes the microphone in one hand, the sword in the other, stands next to the anatomical scheme.
Well, like this, exactly like this. That you would see me like this, and immediately understand everything, and feel immediately, and at the same time even get some sort of an impression, and like it or not like it, and... all the things I've talked about and even more... that all of this would somehow be borne forth, start to reverberate... in one second.
It's clear that it won't work, because I am constructed in a different way.
And anyway, everything is constructed this way.
But I wanted everything to happen all at once and simultaneously.
Oh, I forgot... I've missed one detail...
Goes to the ventilator and switches it on. The hanging paper planes start to swing. Narrator returns to the anatomical scheme and stands there for a while, wearing a pilot's hat, with the microphone in one hand, the sword in the other. Then puts everything on the floor, the pilot's hat as well...
Narrator leaves.
The end. |
