Life in the romance

Roger had an idea, to write a romance with autobiographical romance, if the electrical light could let it, because, no certainly often, but during day the light switch off and after it turned, but moments were regular, in a day dark was total, other days it was constantly turned on, he has called the light society but to them the problems there aren’t. A day with light turned on he seen in his room much persons that spoke between them, who around the art, who philosophy, who commented the policy strategy or scientific matters, he raised the eyes and gazed these figures, that didn’t considered him, he cried to figures that was continuing to speak but nothing attention to him, suddenly the light witch off, and the comments were very sharp and impolite, the average that exited curiosity of roger was that much figures, he could hear the voices, were: “Margaret  has closed the book, evidently somebody has called her”, Roger didn’t understand because these comments, so what the book closed? The light while is turn on, and he continued to gaze the figures, and commented: “We hope that nobody calls her otherwise…”; he thought that it was a dream and he approached to a woman and asked: “What your name?” the woman continued to speak with hers interlocutor, Roger raised the voice and asked given the same question, but total indifference, hence Roger asked other figures in the room, but nobody answered. He was deterred and seat on his chair; suddenly a figure with name of Margaret approached to table of Roger, and: “You are in second chapter, do you understand, I have said to you it seven times”; Roger scared got up and asked: “Who are you?”, and woman: “Margaret, your writer”, and roger more scared than before: “What my writer?” and Margaret: “Yes, your writer” and she looked the book on the table, took the book and browsed the book until the second chapter, read some minute the text and after: “Read it”, Roger took the book and read: “Roger in his room was set on chair and he is searching the some idea to write something”, he raised the eyes and seen that every figure in room is hiring him, and some figure solicited him to continue: “Continue because we are personage of the first chapter alone, thereupon we know the second chapter”, Roger closed the book and asked to Margaret: “Do want explain it, please?”, and Margaret: “Yes, certainly, you are in second chapter instead they in the first”, and Roger very angry. “What is it? A joke?”, and Margaret. “No! It is reality”, and Roger: “I am a man and…”, Margaret interrupting: “You are the man when somebody open this book and read; you till the second chapter don’t exist, from second chapter till the end you are going to live, but we, now, don’t arrive to second chapter, whereby you aren’t.”

Alessandro Lusana