So one can only endure one's own noise!

I thought it was impossible.

But I'd given up and left it behind.

I realised that man is the greatest of dilemmas.

Even if I realised it late, that's the important thing.

The weather is beautiful today. I know it's getting better out of spite.

The moment I close my eyes, I surrender to its vortex.

That's why I've been paying salaries to the lid guards for years to keep my eyelids open. He had made me forget him for a few months, his voices in my mind. But whatever happened, since that night I have been waking up in the dreams of the same dream.

"You think too much!" says a thin, tall one of the cover guards. "That's what happens when you think too much."

"But do you think it's in my power not to think?"

When I give one of my usual answers, the guards take a ten-minute break. Taking advantage of this gap, it starts to overflow out of my mind in seconds. A man dressed in jet black and wearing a fedora hat. Through his dark glasses I can see how he is having fun with me even though he doesn't have a face. How come I can witness all his gestures even though he doesn't have a face?

"May I sit down?" he says in a voice that sounds familiar. Without waiting for my answer, he sits down and says, "I apologise for not being able to get out of your mind lately. I was somewhere out of the country, but you know I'm always out of the country." He says.

I can't give any answer, he wouldn't listen anyway. Only what he knows, what he has travelled and seen, what he has experienced is important for him. I look at the faceless man for a long time. I wonder if he is really here or if this is an illusion.

"Don't think in vain! I am real and I am here!"

I wonder how I can see the light of his eyes behind the darkness.

"Thanks, but there is nothing like the light of your eyes. Don't look like that! You are intelligent. The man who overflows from his mind, of course, reads your mind."

I close my eyes tightly and my ears with my hands. After a while, I release my organs. I take a deep sigh. It's gone. As I say I don't want to think about it anymore, I find him in front of me with new reflections.

"You're too late. I was about to give your prize to someone else." He says.

Then he starts to eat my prize with his wide open mouth. As he eats, the prize turns into giant macaroni sticks. As the man inhales the pasta, new ones sprout from underground. I chew the sprouting noodles with greed. Then I follow them along a road going downhill. I feel proud of my boots at that moment. I am glad that they are worth the money I paid for them. They do not make the slightest slip on the pasta field. The steep slope never comes to an end. I could actually descend faster if the sounds of the dogs coming closer and closer didn't make my legs tremble. With my last step, I get on the flat and jump on the bus that is about to leave.

The inside is full of people. I start not to breathe in time. A lot of words, thoughts, nonsense that doesn't belong to me pass by my ears. I can't find a single trace of me. Everything but me has found a place here. Only I'm too much. Unwillingly, I realise that I am inside the mind of that faceless stranger, whose eyes are always closed, unlike mine.

I feel dizzy from the humming.

So one can only endure one's own noise.

The more intense the humming, the more dizzy I feel.

With a sudden and harsh movement, the gatekeepers dislodge my eyelids.

As I try to understand where I am, the beauty of the air is made ugly by the noise of the vehicles.

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