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Nice Night for Shadows
– a daimonic plot
The Blue Book
Author: Poul Goldschadt – written and finished 2006 – this is not AI generated text, but my personal explorations.
Dissociative Identity Dysfunction, Metatransition Theory, Principia Cybernetica, Consciousness as Meta cognition, Amniotic Ocean, Multi Personality Disorder, The Hard Problem, Analytic Idealism, Panpsychism, SEO search engine optimization, Kiosk Mode. Metacode-name=”viewport”!
(…) Blue stiffened. For some devil in hell, right here at a random bus stop he ran into Suspect. The case was otherwise obvious and now also about to find its end, and then this completely improbable thing should happen. He let go of the poster, looked angry-disappointed in the mask under the disguise, and pulled himself up against the wall where he hoped to hide himself, fall in and merge into his own invisible nothingness. Fortunately, it seemed that the Suspect did not see Blue, nor did he squint towards the place where he stood with his face against the wall, as if closely reading some worn fragments of text. Suspects removed himself with some determined and energetic steps down the street and disappeared around the corner and Blue could relax, exhale, let go of the attempt at pretense. He stood like a praying monk nodding against the wailing wall. Then he turned around, walked quickly on, now in the opposite direction of Suspect, quickly crossed the street and slipped like a cat through the door of a small Cafeteria, where, with his back to the door, he decided to drink a cup of coffee and possibly smoke a cigarette and think it all through. Blue had unknowingly torn a piece of the poster and put it in his coat pocket, but he didn’t know that right now. He simply hadn’t seen the sign. And it blackened before his eyes. The nose felt as if it must be broken. A metallic blue explosion had spread over the forehead and bridge of the nose. (…)
