Alex Cecchetti

The third time I killed my father in my dreams, he died for good.

As a gift and reward, I had a blue dart.

I held it in my hand, scouting the horizon around.

What are you going to do with it? My brother asked.

I don't know, but now I have plenty of time, I said.

Few months later I woke up in Vilnius, Lithuania.

I was performing Summer is not the Prize of Winter at the CCA.

One of the participants came with this blue dart and gave it to me.

What is it for? I asked

To hit the apple that is not there, he said.

Since then,

I have the blue dart always with me.