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 BEATRIZ

(rushing to ask) No fantasy trapped here? (and she gives Regina a piercing look) ‘Those who travel through strange lands see what they want and what they don’t want’ (and it was more or less at that moment that everyone at the table started drinking, encouraged by Alexia, who could no longer stand that strange story and then, after a few beers and coffee, the combined result of caffeine and alcohol began to produce a decisive effect on what K called Regina’s ‘’thinking and speaking processes’’, and equally on his, despite her repeated denials, followed, of course, by even more beers and coffees).

K

From the unconscious, the incidence of the constituent act of the subject always comes --- the unconscious finds its core, its most intimate reality, precisely in that which escapes it, which never ceases to inscribe itself at a point of suspension, and that which may seem inassimilable to the story told here will actually become its radioactive center, causing the relentless search for the object that condenses enjoyment. It's the trauma, right? The center.

BEATRIZ

Everyone's life happens in a very strange way, right, doctor? (laughing) at the moment, however, Regina seems to me to have a fattened consciousness, free from these fatigues, from so many leagues and years of life spilled over into a world stretched backwards.

BEATRIZ

‘’An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom’’? This is the epigraph of 2666, by Roberto Bolaño (a verse by Baudelaire). We could also include: the metal holder of the hashish cigarette, the traditional portable cocaine mirror, the gold wristwatch given to her by her father, the expensive designer clothes and her (present in what K just called a poem) “new conception of the universe” (laughs). I liked Liz, despite all the cheap cliché.

REGINA 

‘’And many people read all that carefully every day, right?’’). So, continuing: we entered the nightclub and inside the first thing I noticed were the girls, my friend --- the whole block with the girls taking everything, in the middle of the wolves of all the favela, all the drug dealers, criminals and known hitmen; there were even stray dogs, they came in to sniff out the remains of food, the remains of slivers of meat that had fallen on the ground --- outside, later, there would even be remains of blood, of people --- of people who had fallen outside, dead or drunk (exaggerating?) which there would certainly be. Inside there, you could even give the girls the prices on the spot. ‘’No’’ meant NO, but it just depended on improving the price and the place. Cinema darkness, a good five minutes to adjust the eyelashes like moths on the face, with that bunch of light spinning and blinking --- blondes and brunettes, big butts, cognac, gin, powder, cigarettes and hands on the ass, and we started dancing with them until we lost our minds (well, not really: I myself, no matter how much I drank, couldn't get very drunk after Lopes, and then Valdecir came to talk to me; they greeted me nicely, they didn't bother me or talk about Celso, I just kept looking at the bar and they were there watching --- Liz started to draw a lot of attention, dancing.