5,135 souls on a raft of sea foam, wind and shifting sands. I drift, through the fog of the mind, into an ocean of letters. About a hundred of them, more courageous, stand in front and shake hands and shout words that have not yet been invented. The storm intensifies, hissing through petrified feelings. They will sink. Or maybe not. The captain, the second and the helmsman pull on a canvas that says: You read in vain if you don't understand what you read. From above, from the top of the mast, I throw myself into the void.
(note: on the day this text was written, the Real Fiction community had 5,135 members)
(Translated by Elena Creţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.