On the beach Marc Love drank water from a large bottle. People here used plastic for everything, even though the normal water was fine. So he did too. Much of his life he was like this. Like an octopus changing to the environment. He even learned some words. He could order coffee in the morning and beer at night.
Despite this he did move around a lot. Until he reached Palermo.
There was something about the city that made him stay. The sun and the ocean mostly, and then the espressos.
He had a favorite bar by now, they didn't know his name, but they knew his order. One
espresso
one cornetto with pistachio, like a croissant.
Every afternoon like clockwork he was there.
But this afternoon was different. He had a weird thought that his existing thoughts weren't his. They were instead someone else. A man named Jack Attack.
And he knew where he was.
The thought swam in and out faster than he could drink his espresso. First he was worried, then he thought that it was impossible then he was back to worry again.
He pays only in cash, he's tanned, he's bigger, he's different.
But still there was something else he felt and he couldn't get it out of his head.
