33 crosstalk

Do true stories exist? Events take their own course, the writer's pen is guided by real characters. Clerk at the dance, prison bride at the speaker, artist between heaven and earth, starving artist, proselytizer, outlaw and target shooter; they are all looking for the treasure with which they could smooth out the bumps in their path, or at least distinguish them from other bumps. The author leans in beside them, and they, with some preoccupation, let them into their own world, where every moment is extremely important to them, and they drift together for a while. The farewell is quick and dispassionate, the handshake is sincere, followed by a few words: "I have a Darth Vader dummy from Star Wars, he represents what I fear. I poke his nose every morning. He falls and it's like I beat him. I think you should have one by your bed too. Sometimes it would fall on its nose too, wouldn't it?” Sayings, emotions, desires, these are we, the weak brave; the narratives are episodes of our lives - seasoned with some crosstalk...