The two normal people meet in a park somewhat far from the usual neighborhood; to walk a little further, they say; to do something different. The park is one of the new ones, one that city councils sometimes make in those places on the outskirts where people already walked, but worse, when there was less green, fewer benches, fewer children, fewer fountains.—How nice to change places. , right?—I don’t know.—You don’t know if it’s okay to change places?—It depends on the place, right?—Well, of course. But, if both places are good, it will be good to change a little, I say.—Yes, yes.—So as not to always be in the same places, I say.—No, no, I understand you.—Yes, but Since you didn’t agree with me right away…—I still didn’t have details.—Now, now. But it hadn’t cost you anything. The first normal person puts his hands behind his back, without stopping walking. The second normal person walks fine as he was.—Look at what a good roundabout.—Very good. —Pretty good, right?—Was it there before?—Well, sure.—They had done it with the park anyway, I don’t know.—No, no. Don’t you see that there were already cars?—And people, and dogs, and old people…—Yes, but they are different things, the thing about cars is different. Cars have to circulate no matter what, dogs only if they want to. What is new is the statue in the middle.—What statue? Is that a statue?—I think so. Isn’t that a statue?—A statue is when it is a person, right?—And when it is not a person?—When it is not a person, it is a sculpture, it seems to me.—And if it is a horse? Are there no statues of horses?—Then they are sculptures of horses. —What if there is a captain general on top of the horse?—Well then it will be a statue on top of a sculpture. —Ah, yes. Very well thought out. I hadn’t seen it like that. The two normal people stop next to the gazebo, stepping on the grass a little, next to a little dirt path, to see the sculpture better. The two people are wearing tracksuits, it is not clear why. —It’s not a person, surely?—It looks like a knife to me.—Isn’t it a person shaped like a knife? Maybe it’s a person with a knife head, because, look, first there are stacked cylinders and then, on top of it, the knife. Or maybe it’s a spear.—Or maybe it’s a person with a spear head.—Or maybe it’s Saint Pancras. But done now, in a modern way. As if it were a knife. Or maybe it’s a weighing scale.—Are there scales for anything else?—Well, sure. There will be scales of whatever you want. There will be scales that even tell you what you want, like the ones at home.—Do the ones at home tell you what you want?—The one in the bathroom, yes.—Does the one in the bathroom tell you what you want it to tell you? —Sometimes I get on the bathroom scale with a bucket full, for example, of water and wait for zero to come out. And then, when zero comes up, I let go of the cube and weigh less.—And how much do you weigh?—Well, minus something. Negative weight. The best of all.—And if you drop two cubes?—Well, I weigh even less.—That’s great, right? —Well, yes. The two normal people surround the roundabout carefully, to avoid cars and to see the sculpture—which is perhaps a statue—better, from all possible angles.
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