Kysel II

He always looked for the most in everything he did. The insuperable, the farther beyond, the unreachable. Sometimes he enjoyed the feeling of believing that he was actually looking for perfection because the echo of that sentence in his head gave the whole thing a pretty interesting touch and it seemed to justify almost anything in such an absolute way. “You’re late”, he could imagine Alicia saying. “Yes, well, I let the trains go by because they weren’t perfect enough to take”. It wasn’t that either. In fact, he wasn’t looking for anything at all, he was just hoping to find something that could allow him to give up believing he was looking for something, but, on the other hand, finishing his “looking for”, or his “hoping to find”, would mean he’d be in the end of a certain path… and he didn’t want to finish any path. He wanted to get to know them. If he didn’t think too closely of all these things it took him a while to understand it all. And through these existential tongue twisters passed by most of his days, probably all of them.