marox_pass_maylays_journal fyn gula copello also liked anton's journal. it was simple, not much imagery beyond line drawings, although they were detailed. but there was deft use of lettering, the individual alphabet cut out to make sentences, mostly questions with the answers provided by various people fyn met along the way. 1. what kind of doctor was luc besson? answer: neonatal surgeon; one of the nation's leading experts on surgery in the womb. 2. was it gratitude only that inspired him to ask fyn to accompany him to his lecture in london? answer: of course not. he was a stepping stone. he was the wings strapped on the back that worked. he was the bicycle found in the weeds when the legs cannot take another step. 3.what music did fyn listen to on the rail from paris to marseille? answer:moon safari-air copello asked anton if he liked 1o,ooo hz legend better, and anton told him of the three he liked the soundtrack to virgin suicides the best. copello looked across the table and saw maylay absorbed in his work. he had the crayons spread about and water was spilled. his hair was all in his face and he was frantically scribbling with grey and blue. copello stood over his shoulder and looked down at the journal pages. they troubled him. it was dark and copello, without inquiring, knew he was attempting to portray the deception of this period of the story. one element that fyn loved to hide, but those that intimately knew him could recognize the lies. though london was surprisingly sunny, especially at the chelsea flower show, and the villa in marseille classic in mediterranean splendour, maylay's imagery was of turbulent skies and long nights of moonless expanse. "so dark even the soul cannot see," maylay said. copello didn't respond because he found his own soul pricked, his coscience bitten by a yellowjacket whose nest is disturbed. and he knew for this reason alone, the fact that conviction still held a place within him that his marox pass was in severe danger of being found by nylem. we may think we have a good hiding place. he was so pissed at himself that he snatched up maylay's journal and threw it as far as he could. it hit the bridgeport giant in the back and he murmured, "what the fuck?" as if a fly landed on him. maylay chuckled derisively. "truth hurts," he said, and copello raised one eyebrow as maylay walked over and picked up the journal. nimbia came over and broke the obvious uncomfortable stillness. "look at my journal!" he said handing it to copello. it was full of beautiful girls. nothing else. 010811 ... log burning fire come in. i'm glad you came. sit down. look. it's still all the same. only difference is you are bursting from the earth, no longer a seed. 060321 what's it to you? who go blather from