Errata

When he finally gave up, he was not even relieved, for there wasn´t much left to detach from. Pleasantries and manners were the first to let go: it seemed pointless to hand them out to random strangers or coworkers since the only response was a mere reflection. Reciprocity was an incapacity since long ago, hence the follow up to factic conversations about weather, soccer or family spanned at the most an empty statement like "Is that so?" or an even milder "I hope that works out". These fillers were eventually displaced by amicable stares and prompt excuses so that he could wander around and maybe take a guess at the division of a texturized and extravagant potted plant or the search for a hidden, unbeknownst-to-society mascot. Still he couldn´t bring himself to a complete severance with living beings. That would surely come later. Maybe they, whom could still choose, would spare him the task.

The signs were there. He did not hide them at all. Friends and family grew apart almost naturally, without any kind of flamboyant argument nor justifying themselves with elegant and elaborate rationalizations. Friendly couples started calling less amidst paternity-chores withstanding, other single friends simply sought relief in spiritualism or other (alcoholic) spirits. Neither of those paliatives really stuck with him for reasons which had to do more with a general abhorrence to new compromise than coherent diatribes. This was one sign: people saw drifting while he felt more or less unattachable.

Misread, he started testing his past by asking his parents absurd questions like: "Do you know if I did buy that first CD in Gigante?" At first being amusing, that evualative feeling soon crept into inquiries towrds the familial stablishment memories, the kind where discrepancies can lead to family dissolution. For it eventually did.

Some people shouldn't tamper with the official delusion.