The agents had passed into a strangehood that lay at the bundaries of the absurd. every morning, they experienced an unbearable lightness in their head-as if their head was evaporating into nothingness. At nights, the felt their bodies vibrating in a strange rythm that emanated from the heart, and stopped only when attention was diverted.
The agents knew their emancipation from the boring life was near. They thought it was time they broke their glasses, and saw the opposite straight in the eye. And then dissolve into nothingness. The agents could finally be free of their guilt, the guilt that stole eight years from the brown mans life.
They can never see themselves because they have glasses. The truth is (not) known by (not) seeing with eyes. But they did not know that according to the ultimate reality the truth is not to be found.
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