Epílogo a una novela inexistente.

Stairs -he said- it's one of those words you can hear over and over, ad infinitem. I don't know why I like it so much. Then he started repeating the word incessantly, like some kind of ancient ritual chant. Obviously, I had to leave the place.

Euclides Jones had such a unique view of life (and phonetics). His words could slip right through your ears, directly into your brain, making your whole mind one with his, even changing the language of your thoughts; that's why it was so unbearable, yet interesting, to stand around him.

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