Carlos's Fleeting Madness
Reality and fiction, parallels, metaphors, existential emptiness, motivational crises, unrecognized talents, searches for pasts that never actually passed.
I am at the Theater am Kärntnerthor in Vienna, listening to Beethoven’s 9th conducted by the man himself, on the night of its premiere: the 7th of May, 1824.
Tomorrow I will return to Barcelona to see Dr. Carmen. I’ll fill you in when we meet; if that doesn’t work out, I’ll call you on your mobile.
Once I know what future awaits me, I’ll go to Dresden to see the incredible opera by J. Adolf Hasse, Cleofide, which is being performed on the 13th of September, 1731 in that magnificent city.
This business of time travel I owe entirely to Luis, my son. It’s remarkable — I loaded into my head all the data he provided, and, as if running it through a blender, I mixed it together and produced the necessary “chrono-metric particles” that allow me to carry out the “astro-metric” readings using the encrypted code of his invention, known as “fractal.”
The operation was carried out correctly once the “nuclear assimilation” was consumed. Immediately afterwards I activated the “protection shields” to prevent fluctuations in the energy grid, so the “Neuro-Relay-de-polinero” magnetization will remain unaltered and can transmit its impulses to my “post-itronic” network through its “Dan-con-84” quadrant.
I should also like to inform you that without my son’s help, none of this would have been possible. He gave me the precise guidelines to formulate the correct responses to any malfunction in the protection system of the “sub-routines.”
He advised me to place myself inside an “iso-metric” isolation suit in order to analyze the “physio-metric” data while simultaneously regenerating its structure on a continuous basis.
In synthesis, that is to say: “Transgressing Limits: Toward a Transformative Hermeneutics of Quantum Gravitation.”
After this recommendation from Luis, my mind opened, and at last I saw everything clearly. All I had to do was adapt the meta-phasic radiation to the “normal parameters.”
Well, I’ll leave you now — the opera Cleofide is about to begin. I’ll return when it’s finished in order to carry out the “dialysis.” Don’t worry — I’ll be back in time. Warmly.
13/09/1731
P.S.: King Solomon beseeched the Eternal to grant him an understanding heart. Yet God stays silent. Perhaps He watches us, but does not answer — keeps His distance, does not intervene in our affairs.
Carlos E. 08/11/2018