Deus est machina (English)
The first thing that really changes suddenly is that everything loses shape, direction. I wake up two hours before the seminar in the hope of finally assimilating the assigned material and when I sit up on the edge of the bed I don't know if I spent the nocturnal hours with my head on the right side. I sleep on a rectangular mattress, supported on and surrounded by rectangles of fake gray wood. I don't think I've ever read anywhere that rectangles have a direction, a beginning or an end. Having come to this conclusion, I fail three times to open my laptop—also rectangular—because I don't understand, or maybe I don't remember which direction is the right one to lift the screen. I waste a good six minutes before finally clicking on the files for the seminar. I see them clearly for just a moment, then half my screen goes dark. The black of the letters descends downward in regular lines until it accumulates in a single patch of pixels. Ten minutes have already passed....