Book1:TeDream-Maker
malive,Ibreathe.That’sthesimplestrudimentofjoy.Ienjoydreaming.Thosethousandsuponthousandsofdreamsmayfadeawaywithtime,buttherearealwaysmoretoe.Tome,theyarethepuresthappiness.IfIamonlyamaecreatingexcrement,Iamthehappiestoheworld.” Thegrowlingofhisstomachtohisreverieandremindedhimitwasfeedingtime.Fromforceofhabit,hewalkedtowardsthebackdooroftherestaurantwhereMarianowork.Shehadlefttherelongagofordestinationsunknown,butDimitristillfaithfullypatrohegarbagesthere,forhecouldalwaysfiscrapsoffoodtofillhisstomach.Henevereventhoughtofthesmallfortuneinsidehispocket.Monothingtohimandhelivedhislifeashealwaysdid,seeminglynottoknowhowtospendmoney.Havingsatisfiedhishunger,hewalkedovertohisfavoritebenchbythesquarenearhisdwellingandsatdow.Hehadthesatisfaofamissionaplished,apromisefulfilledacarefreeandunhampered.HehadonlytowaitforRichardtoebyahemonightfall.Asnguorovercamehim,heydownandcoveredhisfacewithhishat.Thewarmthofthesun,theessofthebreezesoothedhisrexedbody.Graduallyhisfleshbodyseemedtobeetransparentandinvisible,cealedandbleomixturesofsunshineandbreeze.Heembracedtheunperceivablebuthelessexistingtimeaalongwithiteternally,asifitwasasoft,warmandnakedbeautyinhisdream,andhislifespan,liketime,extendedeverstingly. Wheopenedhiseyes,itwasalreadydusk.Thecloudswereextravagantlyspreadoutovertheheavens,illumihesettingsunincolorshtred,goldandpurple.Thespectacursplendorwasstunning.Aflockofbirdsflewontothismagnifitasky.Theirgraceful,rhythematicflyingmotionsaddedyoungaiclifeforcetothequiet,natur