The solitude of prime numbers

I've just finished viewing this touching movie based on the debut novel by Paulo Giodarno called The solitude of prime numbers.The emotional scars on these two lost souls reverberates through their growing up years and spans from high school years to his winning a prestigious scientific international award and her descent to a failed marriage and bouts of anorexia.The emotional and psychological torments that haunt both from some childhood tragedies continue into their adult years as their guilt is manifested in the self mutilation of the male protagonist and the bouts of anorexia of the female.I just hope our bookstores have better stocks of books instead of greying eroticas.The two characters are like the same poles of a magnet,forever pushing each other away because they have too much in common.I just can't believe that Mr Giordano is a physicist and wrote this amazing novel whilst preparing for his Phd in particle physics.He is like Primo Levi.the scientist who can be brilliant in both the right and left brain.


I've this crazy habit of reading diffrent genres at the same time.I'm into Naguib Mafoz:Tales from the Arabian Night and the economist A. Sen's " Development As Freedom.

My back pain woke me up the other night and I was reading Haruki Murakami's short story on "The Mirror" when I fell asleep on the sofa.I had this dream within a dream sensation when I heard soft rattling from the balcony.Thinking that it might be a cat burglar,I l peered out through the kitchen window.There was no breeze as it was a stifling hot night-the heat was so oppressive that the trees could not breathe.then i saw the warm orange glow of the dragon lantern that I hung on the railing of the balcony.I thought I had removed the green candle before putting it there.This dragon was made of transparent yellow cellophane paper with a brilliant red hued body stuck with dazzling sequins and a blue tail.Green tassels hung from its jaws.No way,I rubbed my eyes,the dragon was moving as if some invisible hand was holding the bamboo stick that was tied to it.

I rushed back to the sofa and covered myself with the throw rug.The next day,I asked around the neighbourhood.It seemed that a 6 year old little girl was playing with candles secretly on the night of The Mooncake festival when without her grandparent's notice,the lantern she was holding caught fire as she slipped and fell .



I think Murakami's eeries story on The Mirror had just overactivated my imagination or if not,who was that holding my red dragon lantern?