CARMEN AND BEATRIZ

 

CARMEN

(‘’Ah, yes,’’ Carmen thought, ‘’maybe I’m not as brilliant as they are; and there are those in my circle of friends who think I’m not even ‘’something’’)

Everything for me, at the moment, is hazy. I only have the sensation of my fists and of a dark, hypocritical, monotonous and insane domestic atmosphere; I live absorbed in the astonishing illusion of becoming a teacher of life with each step, each time I add a new shiny layer to the world of comfort of my day to day, and I judge the madness of people (my husband included) as stagnant water that has not reached the ideal boiling point: I notice it in everyone: they betray themselves in their lapses of thought, forgetting commitments, tangling their tongues when discussing relationships or denigrating someone; even friends' stuttering, abrupt changes of subject, blushes, mysterious and silent embarrassments, truncated mentions, which are lost in a confused thought and far from what they really wanted to express. And all of this is inorganic controlling the images within them. BEATRIZ

(laughing---)

''A paranoid person is someone who knows a little about what's going on'' K

(laughing---)

To the point of pinching the food on his plate, before eating, to make sure it's not alive or moving