What are we confronting with in the fictional space?
That's a troubling question that any magician with self-esteem should ask you.
I've always wondered this.
Is the magician a hero?
Is he a hero of the imagination or of the reality?
While running along this fragile border,
I can't help noticing that neighborhoods announce the limit.
The fiction game and the game of reality create an unsuspected whirl.
Virtual spaces in which the one who lacks experience may easily get lost.
As long as the appearance of solidity of the substance is
given by the stunning speed of the particle,
then things lose their consistency and importance of things,
in a reference system. Magic may or may not exist.
Perhaps this is not the most important aspect that I have to take into consideration.
It's not the quantity but the quality,
I state,
making for a way I've crossed so many times,
but it's the unbinding,
the magnificence and misery of a text in the century ending
