Fragrance (novel) [40]
Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș
Fragrance
(novel)
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I’m waiting! Why the rush?!…She’s in a hurry to throw out the trash, she’s in a hurry to catch the tram, she’s in a hurry to get to work, her life is a fast-forward poem. She’s in a hurry how much would you say fish. And what is she doing?! Because at night she sleeps, she rests, and the next day she’s still tired. And she needs someone to believe her, to support her, because it’s all tiring. Tiring noises through their persistence. Annoying remainings in traffic. You must repeat it to him, because he didn’t understand. And if he doesn’t understand and doesn’t know what to do or what to say, you repeat it to him so that he can still find a solution. But his solution was School! Which he didn’t live properly. He rushed to become an adult, he rushed to make money, and now he has memory gaps or empty mind syndrome. Mărinică is planting seedlings! Bravo to him! Or his sister, it seems. Death on vacation was from Romania, but she died in Greece. And the neighbor, the legalist, became a star out of too much rigor, so, bravo to him, let him make money too! You’ve been typing since you were a little kid and you end up making a city of your own. Tătuțu does a good job of simulating speaking chinese, the billionaires stayed in the bunker until one of them came out dressed as a cosmonaut, the german-turkish production brought the opulence of Istanbul to the screen in your room, interspersed with female intrigues. The Beast, as always, grabs Cena by the shoulder and slams him into the asphalt. And he sits like a lamb, standing still, that’s how the show is directed, until he can’t get up from the ground.
The teleprompter woman is also looking at her phone and laptop, you must continue talking, even if she’s not looking at you, because maybe the viewers will. You must be online in commercial break, to see what the guest is saying, that there is talk even when the TV is silent. The book, made in multiplex regime, is written face to face with the computer, with the internet, with the phone, with the library, with the open window, through which the sun and various noises enter, with the whole universe. But, first of all, it is written with God and with yourself. The readers, nation, the readers write themselves with what we write. That if we weren’t, we wouldn’t be mentioned anymore. There would have been no data. Not a single date. And there would have been far too many empty spaces in history, because that’s why it’s known, that it was written in the hat.
This novel, paradoxically, brought me a rejuvenation, a lust for life, a joy of writing, which I cannot say that I had forgotten, but which I did not let flood me. It came at the right time, it came when it was necessary. And I let myself be carried away by its waves, I let myself be carried away and bathed, and that’s why I feel good, storyteller, thinker, prayerful, joyful, humane. She gave the packages of meat immediately, which we cooked from enough. The pig, the ruminant animal, but a whole feast inventory, is made into a joyous meal for many. Just find them! They must come your way quickly and receive your alms. I’m waiting, yes, I’m waiting for you! And while you’re waiting, you go from one to the next, you remember all kinds of details. What was her name?!…What’s she doing?! Is she married?! There’s no way she wouldn’t be married, because she was a good girl. And if I haven’t seen her yet, that doesn’t mean she didn’t get married. She had grandchildren, too, why not?! And if he doesn’t come by 12, I have to go to town. He must come, right?! I have to buy bread, onions, eggs, toilet paper, but no cleaning bags, because I’ve already bought some, and what else do I see. Because if you go, you buy more than you want. And I’ll sweat a little, change, then I’ll go to the bookstore. And I’ll also stop by the DVDs, plus some canvases, and I have two sets of thumbtacks for the frames. If they’re bad, I’ll also put nails in, because that’s what painters do: they put something solid. The canvas must sit on the frame, lie flat, so you can look at it with pleasure.