Preface Without little avail to his overall disposal Costello had a Steve Jobs approach to himself and his surroundings Judith was his cat she had a coat that looked like vanilla whey protein. Costello on the other hand was very found of Dostoevsky novels. In that house lived the idiot of Dostoevsky, Kafka’s ant and Judith. Those manuscript about Karl Marx were there like his insurance card would stand on his wallet. If something happens in the status co they would check it for aesthetic and practical reason in replacement of his early habits, he has had been a visceral smoker back in the day. Costello!! yelled his mother from the laundry room. Did you take out the trash today? There was a table full of papers on it, Christmas gifts and third generation books, everything seemed level under his eye sight. Why ? it doesn’t make sense why would start your plot like this asked Judith. Togetherness was required for it to come into shape, not merely a skill alone but a skill among others skills and another skill to make it readable. The reader should want to read your shit for some reason. Hence, the table was the projection of his psyche. Van Gog showed his by the on going metamorphosis of the seasons in itself. Nonetheless the author at this stage is leaning towards a stream of consciousness again and letting the plot and any structure on the side walk. Chapter 1 Could you please hand me an advice? something that doesn’t split or broaden up like our psyche, something as Dostoyevsky may put, something more narrow, a Mono-Pessoa perhaps. The big quest is, what do you do before and after work ? do you think it is something that will add up to your life ? Yeah but I still have got to work on being a human first. Nowadays I feel like there is an imaginary line dividing us like in the animal kingdom, breeds would be euphemism I would say, species in between species or caste system in general terms. Only this is enough as a precursor to Costello’s story, how can one ever try to think of humanity in this social context that came about last few centuries. Judith was sitting by the porch watching the season movement of birds like when her eyes would diverge from the work she was trying to accomplish and have a synesthesia picture of the surroundings. Pouring put a coffee seemed as the best way to achieve the humanity that she was contriving on manuscripts from the pandemics. Judith was a very intellectual motheR