The Visionary

The visionary is the only true realist. Federico Fellini

He said there’d be a bar

He saw the glittering glasses, the single malt whiskey bottles

He probably heard the guests’ laughter

We looked around the room

It takes a fool or a clever mind to see what is not there

Rust, two or three centuries of hardened dirt, a thousand spiderwebs

Thirteen degrees year-round, humid, perfect to store potatoes

The stage will be here, he pointed to the wall

The stage?

Yes, for the musicians

We’ll have a large screen here, to project films

It’s lonely being a visionary

He sees things others don’t

Francis, the Incurable Optimist

The future belongs to him

We (only) have what already stands

Wait, what? Where? But…

You’ll see

He said

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