You can’t portray me, said Mark, because I have disappeared completely, in wake and sleep. If I listen to you, I am you, if I plane a piece of lumber, I am the plane and the wood, if I tell you a story, I am the voice of the hero, if I learn to dance I become the dance, if I swim I am the water, if I sleep I am the dream that dreams itself.

You can’t portray me, said Mark, because I am nothing and everything. You can portray me wearing your face, if you like, if you are afraid to portray yourself, you can do it pretending to portray me.

Julia smiled and sat on the floor in front of the man, drawing his hands, his tools. What he meant with those words, she did not know.


About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae


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