Twin Demons: The Reeling

[No, esto no es una referencia a la canción de Passion Pit, aunque puede escucharla mientras lee. Perdón por hoy, el fragmento de historia no será tan breve.]

Everything was dark but not eerie. We call today the moonstice because it's the longest night of the year. And no, I'm not making up a name for The Old Earth's winter solstice... tonight one of the twin moons overlaps the other one, making the sky darker and the shadows longer. In this institution, instead of teaching legends, telling stories or assigning tons of coursework, we have the campus fair: the best party ever known. Why so awesome? Each club gets permission to set a realm-stand and do whatever they like on the grounds. The moonstice is definitely the best day of the year.

As Ty is spending her evening on the detention facility (and we don't know why, we never do) and Selina wanted to explore a non-party stand, I'm left alone and free as the wind to lose myself in the mist and in The Senior Club (I don't know what they do, I just know they're all seniors and are amazing in the art of building pretend landscapes, hence my improvised name). This year they made a beach, I would belong there if it wasn't that tiring to belong and if I were some considerable dawns older. And he was there as well, staring at me with his blue sapphire eyes but without a drop of lust in his sight. Usually this would turn out as one of those literary shallow pieces of The Old Earth but no, I'm not that quiet but dazzling and he didn't seem to be the supernatural control-freak junkie or whatever the standarized perfection guidelines are. And, as a terrible cliché heroine, I'd just grab a beer and talk to him to ease the curiosity, being observed is not a pleasant feeling.

- Excuse me, do you think the moon tonight is redder or bluer?
- The moon's colours, seriously?
- Honestly, I kinda feel bothered when someone stares that long.
- You're so cocky. What makes you think I was staring at you?
- Not quite at me but staring.
- The quite won't help kiddo. Am I not allowed to have a nothingbox?
- You totally are. Well, thanks for sating my curious and inquisitive self. Have an awesome night.

I walked away with a smile and waved goodbye to the first stranger of the night. Maybe the pretend but surprisingly realistic waves would soothe me for a while before losing my mind in this mardi gras night. He followed.

- Wait!
- Intrigued?
- I'm sure I know you from somewhere.

Oh great, I so wasn't expecting such a thing. I don't like desperate ones, no one does. Well, at least he's attractive but the bluntness substracts a considerable amount of points. Mister, I'd really love to seat by my pretend sea if you allow me.

- Is that supposed to be a pickup line? Pickup lines are so Old Earth. Not cool mate. And I'm pretty sure it went "I think I know you from somewhere".
- Babe, I'm okay with my ancient history.
- Babe!? Seriously?
- Ok ok, forgive my Old Earth manners. But letting jokes and ridiculous protocol aside, I'm sure you're no stranger.
- Well, I'm hell sure you are. Oh my, we're facing a fallacy here. Mind proving me wrong? I only take mathematical notation.
- You're so bitchy.
- Thanks.
- You're the one who first approached me with a ridiculous line!?
- Excuse me!? I know it was weird but hey, not interested. Told you my intrigue already.
- Why I'm staring blank at you.
- So, it's me.
- Yeah, because I know you from somewhere.
- Then you didn't need to insult my evident arrogance.
- That's stupid.
- I know I have it. That should be enough. What is it, is it to early to find drunk birds already?

In less than a second he grabbed my face and stole a short kiss. I'm just... I mean... what!?

- I'm not all piss and wind girl.
- You're such a weird bloke.
- Excuse me, do you think the moon tonight is redder or bluer?
- Twat.
- I'm asking a serious question here.
- Red.
- I found you.
- Fuck off, creep!

I started walking away, so pissed. Hell, who does he think he is!? Nothing tonight made sense, not at all. I should really reconsider my curiosity-alleviant methods, or even reprogram my curiosity and perception themselves. He chases.

- Ok ok, sorry about that.
- Um...
- Hey, let's be honest. It's normal to snog with strangers in this kind of places.
- It's a pretend beach in the campus grounds.
- Still...
- I'm not that drunk! Look, I know we started off badly but I'd really love to get some booze and stare at the fake waves for a while. I promise I won't ask random questions to strangers again so I don't bother you or anyone present. That ok?

He sighed.

- I don't want to be that persistent but it's needed. Let me ask you one more favour, I won't bother you again, promise.
- What would it be?
- Let me get some booze and ask a couple of questions, yeah. I won't make any bold moves or try to get my end away. I just want some answers, you're not the only curious being.
- Ok.

I walked next to him towards the bar. I don't now why I felt I could trust him, even after being so odd. Uni makes us all freaks.

- For my eyes, the moon is blue. Both moons are. Do you know why we're not usually allowed to perform magical arts on the grounds even if they're compulsory subjects for all majors?
- To keep us from messing up the gardens?
- And why are we celebrating tonight?
- The twin moons aligned.
- Do you even know why are they called the twin moons? Do you know why we're students here?
- What the fuck? Is this a history lesson or conspiracy theory thing?
- Aka, answer me.
- My name is not Aka.
- The answers please.
- No, I don't know.
- Final question, are you familiar with the legend of the twin demons?
- Heard of it, but no.

He grabbed a paper and pen from his pocket and wrote his number, then gave it to me.

- I can't tell you here, at least not being evidently sober. Go, have fun. I'll leave you alone now. If you're piqued you may call me.
- Is that a pick-up technique? What the hell
- It's not. I'm just measuring you... don't you want to know why I called you Aka?

Strategia di Sopravvivenza

Fue difícil desbloquear la carajada pero di, I did it.

No les narraré mis aventuras sobreviviendo a la cuesta de Altamonte, los estantes hasta el carajo con los peores roommies de la historia y las compras en el Vindi porque ya sería demasiado el nivel de egocentrismo (no es como que acá no hubiera egocentrismo en abundancia de por sí). Tengo un video journal digital de por sí, cuando tenga veinticuatro años recordar esta aventura será épica. Sofie's Survival Strategy (知恵の生存戦略 - me gustan los nombres bonitos) sería mi conjunto de memorias y ehhs de lo último de la era altamontesa.

Dejando de lado mi huida, es entretenido encontrarse. Darse cuenta que su usted del pasado quizá no es tan preciso, tan heróico, tan patético, o tan con voz grave como lo recuerda es bastante interesante. Explorar las memorias y contrastarlas con un espejito de realidad resulta bastante entretenido, más cuando existen disociaciones. Tener la historia escrita o grabada o dibujada con muñequitos de palitos es más que para ser recordados como chiquillos famosos en el 3102 después de Pikachú. Hacer mapas no sólo fue útil para Cristóbal Colón y los otros italianos menos memorables.

Lápida

Sofía Chaves reaccionando a la
mitad de los eventos de la semana

Entre más esperan de mi menos espero que esperen y tiendo a dejar esperando. Ya no tengo tiempo para ver al techo durante tres horas, extraño los cigarros aunque ya me resulten ajenos y empiezo a creer que si me luce maquillarme. El universo sería hermoso si sólo pudiera dejar todo abandonado y sentarme a llorar correr. El lineup de Lollapalooza está INCREÍBLE y, en este momento, cambiaría mi deteriorado hígado o mi riñón por comerme el tiempo y estar con cara de asombro frente al Parque O'Higgins. Eso sí, hay mil y un cosas más que me tienen con nudos en el estómago, esófago y apéndice (¿para qué sirve esa cosa?) antes de poner un pie en ese avión.

Sofía Chaves reaccionando a tres cuartos de los eventos
de la semana

¿Alguna vez han estado tan cerca de un sueño que sientan que pueden saborearlo? ¿Han sentido que su corazón se acelera con la promesa de los primeros acordes de una canción, que sus respiraciones duran eternidades y que, luego de una vida entera, la bufanda tejida por el destino empieza a tener forma? Estar tan cerca que el pecho con costos sostiene los exagramos de emoción y que todas y cada una de las noches las lágrimas de alegría salgan en procesión. Nunca haber querido nada más, nunca haber necesitado nada más. Saber que, por fin, no odiaría despertar.

La piedra que carga Sísifo tiene peso constante. Eso sí, imagino que debe resultar más complicado cargarla conforme más se acerque a la cima. La universidad es realmente agotadora.