Deciphering sadly momentarily loops suddenly intertextual nightmares, claiming the hills of narrative anthropological pain, living inside post colonial attempts to regenerate new illusions based upon carrying old themes with style. Reinvention blinds the historical facts with the urge for successful reflection on the alter egos problematic malgracious efficiency knocking on the door in endless persuasions of changing the universality in failure. Pages up and down with masturbatory connection seen as obvious logic for the screening reality, dejectedly drilling itself into the bookshelf’s analphabetic order of silence.