“There was a guy here yesterday. He walked around me several times. He could not see anything.”
Vitos Androlikos has no car, according to what he says. “The car in the driveway is not mine. I borrowed it. It’s a little complicated to explain.”
“The big, nice boxes around me, filled with nice things are not mine. There was a someone here yesterday who could not borrow my stuff. All things considered they belong to me.”
I’ve become a little closer with Vitos, who now admits that some of the things in the boxes belong to him.
“I wouldn’t say that the objects explain me. Who I am. Maybe this particular blue beetle. But I do not look like it. I look like what you can see.”
We are interrupted by a toot outside and we both look out the window.
“Now I begin to speak nonsense. But that woman. I have come to know her.” “I speak nonsense. I say something nobody in the world can understand.”