Is the North really necessary? And north meaning north of what? What is the North? Where are we talking about? And if you eliminate the north, then what becomes of the South? To even make a subtle change in regard to the North, one must consider what has to later be done for the East and the West in order to adapt successfully. These are the thoughts that go through the mind of the night porter, as he handles the bags in the late evening and moonlights in the desert sun during the day, publishing books about protein and worms. In the last few days, he has learned that protein should never exam itself in a mirror, and he has learned that worms will continue to try and make a profit on the alliance with bad stress. He also has upcoming publications about singing triggers and space pigeons. Only a month ago, he began this new business venture of his with his buddies, the delayed neighbour and the overanalysed poet. The delayed neighbour would also like to see a book get published soon about guitar chords that stray from a chase rant and begin to expand luxury, and the overanalysed poet would like to see a book come into print that explains how ghosts sometimes bond with cash engine salt in order to achieve a series of galaxy sketches. I happened to stumble onto the night porter just a couple of days ago as he wandered through the desert, books on his mind and luggage in his hands. After speaking to him briefly, I had to wonder if the luggage he was carrying around was never really meant to have left the hotel and was brought there entirely by accident, the cause of course being distraction and preoccupation. There did seem to be quite a lot on the young night porter's mind. I spoke with him for a few moments and learned that he was in fact en route to rendezvous with his two associates, and that a book idea had just came to him through an ad that he had placed for his publishing company in the Desert Sun Newspaper. We walked a short distance through a brief chaparral, as he relayed some of basic points of the book idea. He mumbled something about whether the North was really necessary and whether or not the elimination of the north would affect other directional regions, and if so, by what degree. We soon left the aforementioned chaparral, and after he pointed toward a rather steep mountain that seemed to be lined with jagged rocks, I bid him adieu and proceeded onward, on my own, toward the desert city of Malenne.
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