Radiant Terminus. Antoine Volodine
no less oddly, he is unable to answer.
In any case, he has to say, this warning on the cylinder doesn’t affect me at all.
He is wrong. Even in admitting he isn’t living, or dead, or dog, he has bled on Solovyei’s phonograph and fallen into the world of Solovyei’s dreams.
A prick was enough, a few microliters of blood have become the gateway from one world to the other. Here everything is the same, and Kronauer doesn’t notice.
Everything is the same, but he has changed.
• He has just entered a parallel reality, a bardic reality, a magical and stammering death, a stutter of reality, of magic malevolence, a tumor of the present, a trap by Solovyei, an inordinately elongated terminal phase, a fragment of sub-reality that threatens to last at least a thousand seven hundred and nine years or thereabouts, if not twice that, he has entered an unspeakable theater, a vivid coma, an endless end, the false continuation of his existence, an artificial reality, an unlikely death, a swampy reality, the ashes of his own memories, the ashes of his own present, an insane loop, resounding images where he cannot be actor or audience, a luminous nightmare, a shadowy nightmare, lands forbidden to the dogs, to the living, and to the dead. His walk has begun and now, no matter what, it will not end.
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