Chapter Three

in that confusion a fatal shot is fired. And yes, the food fight involves the waste of many delicious Victoria Sponge cakes with much of this delicious cake debris devoured by the monkeys.

 And last and not least is shopping item ten. Her weekly favourite. This is Floella’s rare Chateau Lafite Wine from Bordeaux that Bertie Boatwright sets aside in secret. He knew that this was Floella’s escape and half her wages from the sweatshop of the Factorytastic Weavers, so he never puts this bottle on show in the window. In Belfast it was like trying to find the Holy Grail as everybody in this ocean of emptiness and industrial streets of faecal stench and poverty wants one. And here Cillian creates a mental picture of the theatre of politics at Ten Downing Street and everyone is off their face on Chateau Lafite Wine. Later the bottle is left at the door almost as if one is waiting for collection by the milkman or to be licked by the Government cat the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office.

 Overnight the colossal imagination of Cillian now had this perfect technique of pictures. It was the first footsteps of better things to come and the genius that would take him to the circle of Blackpool seaside theatres soaked with those of seaside simplicity. Now he had a system that was almost child’s play and to him a piece of cake. Cillian now had what Juno Hearst called a Memory Palace, and every thought and fact could be stored anyway he wanted.

 That night he retreated in joyous elation down Tea Lane pausing for spirits at the Wizard of Wine, who was the local liquor bazaar of Cluan Place with a warehouse of craft pale ale that Cillian so loved. Here he sought his refreshment of liquid for the learning ahead with the literacy of all those chapters of Memory by Juno Hearst. It’s numerous clauses and chapters of information to cover. There was so much more to memory than just mental pictures with meaning, and Cillian quite naturally understood this. That shopping list show in the Big Fish & Cow was enough to light the eyes of Bertie Boatwright, who was a canny man yet harboured little sense of intellectuality. However what Cillian meant was that he too was a great man who thought in pictures, as why else would he have painted on the sides of his shop these enormous illustrations of a fish and a cow. People came for miles to laugh and jeer, but his advertising working as many went home with lots of dairy products and beer.

 Returning to Funny Floor Cottage for reading over gaslight and whale oil. Cillian had his heart and  designs to make exclusive sense of this new adventure of pictures of thinking. Beside the great range cooker complete with his crate of craft pale ale, Cillian began teaching himself all the qualities of memory with his highly developed imagination. That night he began to train himself all about the marriage of mnemonics, and how you remember information linked to pictures, and it is better if you deliberately instruct your imagination that they are out of proportion or just plain stupid. And all this while poking the range fire and sipping his craft ale, while glancing at the great mammaries on the mosaic, who he named Florentina and Flavia who always had this magic of adding atmosphere to the room. Cillian settled fireside by the bed of coals and cooker, and at close ranks became so lightly drunk and misadjusted with his pale ale. The mosaic at his footsteps added fun to his new mental invention of seeing everything now in cerebral pictures with even greater comedy.

 First there was a synopsis and foreword about this Juno Hearst, who was much inspired by our well spoken Victorian writer William Stokes who moved among a society of clever gentlemen in this era of psychology and invention. From where these men decided that memory is to be regarded as a faculty of primary importance by the intelligent of all ages.

 Cillian then observed chapter one with the cover poetically engraved with the most interesting and comical silhouettes. It was like a row of faces on the wanted posters at the Sandy Row cells. These cartoon stereotype characters had faces with names, and Cillian was soon to see that to learn their names was like making connections in his Big Fish & Cow adventure. So Matilda and Rachel were like parsley and fish. It was so simple. The book was saying when you meet someone new, you either think of a friend with the same name or associate your ideas and feelings of them to something else that reminds you. Cillian then realised just how elementary this was, to project that history of the past onto someone new. It almost makes thinking a pleasure. Like if there was ever another Miss Honeyhole, he would instantly retreat and think with great reminiscence of his old teacher at Little Heads. Who was once the most delicate being in Belfast and a world authority on Latin. Or what about David. Cillian once knew this David the Doctor from his practice in Writer’s Square, who escaped his profession to eat chocolate chunk cookies and to drink bottomless Latte as a regular guest with Cillian who served him at Becka Foo, and they talked about the science of curing people all night. And so much information changed hands over Latte that Cillian felt that he too could perform surgery and repair damaged tissue or swop organs. But Cillian decided his bedside manner was one of books, but no stomach for disease and blood. So to engineer a picture, everyone called David wears a white doctors coat. Cillian could never forget a name again. It was a fail safe technique to always remember the name of someone you have just met. However never to tell them for example your private thoughts that when you meet in any moment a Priscilla, that you are thinking of Priscilla the prostitute on end of Tea Lane who shares the same name but not occupation. Cillian then read that it is common knowledge that a name goes in one ear and out the other. It happens all the time, and learning everyone’s name is a precious possession. It is one of the few things on Earth that no-one can take away from you, yet we all have difficultly remembering names. It’s not just words, their name is a reputation and label of personality.

 Cillian then read that when you know someone’s name, they gather the impression that you like them. And now he will invent a library of mental impressions, and of course be careful not to advertise how he remembers them like he said of the prostitute Priscilla on Tea Lane. And Cillian then understood that if he met a Henry, he would project six wives onto his arm, or a Elizabeth she is wearing a crown like the last monarch of the House of Tudor. And when he had the pleasure to meet an Amelia, then he would animate her as Amelia Dyer. Not looking forward to revealing to his guest that his head is drawing pictures of the most prolific serial killer known as the Ogress of Reading the killer of four hundred kids who shared this name of Amelia. But whatever Cillian’s motive or picture was, they must always remain private as his version of association will obviously be different to everyone elses. Jasmine to one mind might be a genus of Olive Vine, while to others she is Princess Jasmine of Aladdin and all that magic lamp lark. Every picture of people will be unique, but never spoil it by telling them they are some idiot in history or that they were an exotic dancer in some sidestreet gentleman’s titty bar in Blackpool.

 So Cillian now knows that this picture system is the most fertile secret of memory, as his eyes are instantly entertained and disorientated by this art. “Flapdoodles and Floozlers, I’m going to take this places”, he thought. Cillian followed all these illusions of expansion with nonsense and irony. He covered every neurological condition of remembering by practicing and dressing pictures for their names. And something he kept secret too was that when he smiled on introduction, these people naturally assume that he is just pleased to see them. But in his incandescence of pictures, Cillian was either shagging them or covering them in custard. He had the most lucid library of association and prolific private mental pictures.

 Now Cillian knew that in life some people have faces you will never forget, and that you would never need this neuropsychological Alice in Wonderland conditioning to remember them. But now he had this new rule and recipe to recall their name now and forever. Cillian decided that this was gripping, and he became glued to the ingenuity.

 This book The Land of Pipe Dream Pictures by Juno Hearst certainly took this learning names to another dimension. So back to this row of faces like the wanted posters on Sandy Row. They were actually more like the rush hour of Platform One at York Road Station. Every portrait was different, and there was twenty faces robotically eating chocolates and drinking moonshine at some grand seaside hotel. Cillian certainly decided that they were indeed an exhibition of interesting pouts. This artistic line-up and heads was much like a night of people watching from the snugs of the Crown Liquor Saloon. It was a nice collection and surrounding of human federation, and it took Cillian back to the atmosphere of everyone’s favourite postmistress Miss Nora McFetridge with her birthday party at the Rinkha of Rowland. However never mind her many years gone and a few to go, as there was so much free ice cream that night. So no-one actually gave a fig she was fifty. Yet Miss Nora McFetridge was wise enough to understand that everybody wants to live a long time yet nobody wants to grow old and that people liked the good old days as they were younger then.

 Now back to these twenty faces and labels. What a collection of modern fashion they were. All these simple signature names seemingly hand-picked by Juno Hearst yet so nicely drawn in an allusion of information, again a bit like the Mad Hatters Tea Party. And all walking around the room having their tea and biscuits is Daisy, Arthur, Violet, William, Amelia, Frank, Maud, Albert, Nova, Charles, Penelope, Edwin, Victoria, Harold, Genevieve, Silas, Ophelia, Isaac, Ambrose and Aurora.

 But after that opera of pictures with the shopping list, Cillian decided that with his new Memory Palace it was to become ridiculously easy to remember this room full of people. Humans will become animated to be something else. What fun!

 Cillian decided that this book with it’s story of techniques is a masterplan for the beginner. So The Land of Pipe Dream Pictures by Juno Hearst shows twenty curious faces with features and stature. They look like any other people you would see working or shopping around Belfast. And here they are now exposed to the minds of Juno Hearst and Cillian Custard, and how anyone for that matter could picture them for memory. All these people on our planet, they are all different in person and face. And these mnemonics will just polish the talent that is already there.

 First face is Daisy. Known as the common Daisy or English Daisy, a European species. But this one was certainly not common. And there was also a song called Daisy Bell, about a bicycle made for two. Of course Daisy to Cillian was his soulmate anthropomorphic doll that was gifted by Nanabanana. that animated his imagination where ever his endless spectrum of mental adventures from Funny Floor Cottage took him. Cillian with his inner child mind only had to picture her pretty smiling pink face next to anyone called Daisy.

 Then Arthur. He is dressed like Danny Day-Loois the Barman at the Crown Liquor Saloon  and Juno Hearst is asking every-one to picture him fulfilling some prophecy of removing a sword from a stone to become King Arthur. Cillian will of course have that insight of alcohol. Danny and the Crown Liquor Saloon will feature greatly.

 Next is Violet, And with this lady, Juno Hearst asks you to see this female name against some eponymous flower. But Cillian his imagination takes him to a place where he sees and hears this lady playing a violin. And if he meets a Violet who does not appear with acoustics or being musical, he could think of her holding Violet the Pug the shop pet whose features scare small children and lives at the Sandy Row Post Office.

 For William, surely William the Conqueror the first Norman King of England. His other claim to fame was the compilation of the Doomsday Book that was a survey of all land holdings of the kingdom. His reign was celebrated with the building of many castles. But because Cillian is into his books, he sees William Caxton who first introduced printing into England. And since he is also known for misspelling ‘Ghost’ in his print with the silent h, Cillian also would then see spooky apparitions in white sheets. And with William, Cillian might associate and see a likeness of William the postmaster of Sandy Row.

 And Amelia was the famous ship Amelia that went missing in 1816 bouncing up and down on the sea near Java on her way to China, and Juno Hearst asks everyone to see a sinking brig. But Cillian chooses to see the mass baby killer Amelia Dyer called the Ogress of Reading. So Amelia in the picture is either getting her hair wet or killing babies.

 Now Frank, Juno Hearst asks his readers to see buckets of cash of the franks in European currency. But Cillian sees this big tall sapient creature created by Doctor Frankenstein from some unorthodox scientific experiment story written by Mary Shelley. So this genre of horror and zombie making surgeon is a picture of Frank. Of course many readers will correct Cillian as Dr Frankenstein was the creator, not the monster but then the mind makes pictures of anything.  

 The next cameo is Maud who as a literary reflection is placed upon poet laureate Alfred Lord Tennyson writing the Maud and other poems. And then forming association to the Charge of the Light Brigade. But Cillian once again on another planet only thinks of his late and much treasured Granma Nanabanana called Maud who was the rock of his learning and all invention of his childhood ideas. She was years ahead of everyone before they invented lights and telephone. She might have smelt of old socks and drunk Guinness all night, but she was a brilliant role model of brainpower over breakfast.

 Albert our next name is this grand looking man of great importance, and Juno Hearst makes association to the late Prince Albert of the Royal House. Cillian sees this Albert character as climbing the memorial clock tower in Queens Square Belfast or sometimes the famous French ballet dancer master called Francois something who went under the stage name Albert. So anyone called Albert, Cillian will either see him pranging around in ballet gear or to climb the Belfast memorial clock tower.

 For Nova she is of Latin origin meaning new. And in this new science of astronomical terms, Nova is the sudden discovery or appearance of a star. So Juno Hearst asks us to see this lady exploding in space. Cillian thinks it is not too flattering especially if she has eaten a few pies.

 But Charles also does not escape this comedy and according to Juno Hearst when not a king of England is a mad scientist called Jacques Charles who invented the Law of Volumes which is an experimental gas law that describes the mathematics of how gases tend to expand when heated. It’s all very scientific and clever. This gentleman in the book by Juno Hearst, is asking the reader to hear and smell his flatulence. But Cillian thinks please not that, as he would rather see Monkeys turning into humans as written by Charles Darwin in the Origin of the Species or one of our great kings wearing a crown who were pivotal in British History.

 Now this beautiful picture of Penelope. In ancient Greek mythology Penelope was pursued by a hundred suitors while her husband Odysseus was away kicking ass in the Trojan War for twenty years. So she showed great sexual loyalty. However Cillian chooses to think of one of the prostitutes called Penelope Promiscuous who lived on the posh end of Tea Lane, only this one was not famed for her chastity.

 Next we meet Edwin who in old English is good fortune and wine, so some rich banker crawling out of the Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese Pub in London might pass as a picture. Even a glimpse into the mind of Charles Dickens and his unfinished The Mystery of Edwin Drood. But Cillian he sees Edwin Septimus Stiggins who lives above the Lily Bar, stagger out of the Wizard of Wine Cellar with his refreshment. And Juno Hearst writes that when you rearrange the letters of Edwin Drood like in anagram, eight of them read ‘I Drowned’, and since his mother first drowned, the mystery is solved before his unexpected demise.

 The next picture no surprise. Of course Victoria our great queen and moral fibre in this time of great exploration and invention. There is no other picture than of this great lady and ambassador to our culture. And Cillian of course has one of his own. He remembers the local stargazer Victoria in her Gothic Fashion from Blythe Street whose job was to shine gaslamps and tap windows, waking everyone for work.

 Anyone called Harold, this one is easy. He gets it in the eye at the Battle of Hastings. Blood is pouring everywhere from his socket. And Cillian he also thinks of Harold Skimpole who is a character in Charles Dickens Bleak House. This chap is a playful entertaining gentleman of leisure, and not like the casualty of battle. And Cillian has acquaintance with one particular Harold, the landlord of the Cat & Custard by the Pier. Or what about Harold the cobbler on Tea Lane.

 Next Genevieve the Patroness Saint of Paris who many moons ago, she saved Paris from Attila’s Huns with her kindness as a weapon. She traded in food and arranged prisoner release. Her memory flourished in national pride. Cillian again had his own Genevieve. She ran the Soup Sisters kitchen next to Funny Floor Cottage, and here all days there was onion soup free for the impoverished masses. And Funny Floor Cottage next door with Fred, Flo and Cillian were always invited next door as the master tasters.

 Silas our next guest was a main cranky customer in the Bible. One of the many weirdo’s in this World of worship. And the locals thought Cillian was an odd fish for reading the Belfast phone book. But Silas was a leading figure in the early Christian community, whatever. And real to Cillian, was his friend and Guru Professor Silas Sillysocks. And this wacko with a wig was a professor of psychoanalysis and whatever defining doctoral degrees of Neurology. He was good in grooming Cillian for his adventures in mind and memory, and many nights of fun with the flock of ladies with whatever poison was for sale.

 Our next adventure with memory is Ophelia who was once a central love interest character from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, some young noblewoman from Denmark. This Hamlet is so lovesick for Ophelia, who meets her untimely end in a brook of water. The play as a classic carries depictions of Ophelia’s madness and sexuality.

 Nothing like the Ophelia with the tight ass who works at Vico’s in Belfast. Exclusive to the eye and lust of Cillian is Ophelia Benedetto, as he sees this easy on the eye waitress the Benedetto girl as his first place of thought. When his mind is not on revising that big Belfast phone book, it is thinking of her bottom and boobs. Her specific beauty is always awesome. All his senses are aroused, and she cooks pizza too.

 Then meeting Isaac whose name is one of the three patriarchs of the Israelites, or whatever that means. And according to more biblical delusion, this Isaac reached the age of one hundred and eighty. Besides thinking of a very old man, Cillian would see three hits on the triple ring on a dartboard at the Lily Bar or the Cat & Custard by the Pier. However more impressions of Isaac. You could covertly think of pictures of projectile vomit of I-sick Isaac who projects vomit everywhere. Or what about Isaac Newton the great English polymath who was a key figure in modern science. And was the learned person who fashioned the laws of particles and gravity when an apple changed the history of science as it fell out of a tree. But this foodstuff story a mere myth, as Isaac Newton did not arrive at his theory of gravity in this single incident. But it is of course handy for remembering someone called Isaac if you can see them falling out of a tree. Ouch!

 Less painful is this Ambrose who was once some high-ranking theologian and statesman who pulled strings with the Romans, and was the middleman when all the emperors kicked off. He was a superstar of the hymn industry that made him one of the most influential ecclesiastical figures of the 4th century.

 But the female version Ambrosia was to Cillian some old dear who lived in Matilda Cottage of Blythe Street, and she made the most beautiful Cottage Pie in her house full of copper pots and pans and where her guests sipped tea from her Porcelain Royal Doulton.

 And last and not least is Aurora. Whose first picture is the magnificent Northern Lights Aurora Borealis that is a natural light in sky formation in high latitude regions. In onomastic terms, Aurora is described as something to do with brightness. Which explains to Cillian why there were few if any Aurora’s in the register of the Little Heads classroom. First Cillian thinks of Aurora as a lady dressed in incandescence bulbs like invented by Edison. Her smile is blinding, and luminosity is everywhere. Aurora was also traditionally the name of the Princess in the fairy tale who slept for a hundred years before the handsome Prince came along, and also some ancient Roman Goddess whose tears were the morning dew.

 So this sea of faces in this extraordinary Memory book The Land of Pipe Dream Pictures written by Juno Hearst has shown these twenty curious faces with features and stature. That look like anyone you would see each day, and underneath their name. These twenty names all seemingly picked out of a hat, and all their history too. Cillian has a fleeting moment where for one moment he thinks that Juno Hearst has somehow read more books than him.

 But Cillian and these twenty life of the party people. He is not interested in the good old days of their names and arrows and apples, or who sings hymns or falls in love with Hamlet. That was total hogwash to Cillian, as he knows he will surely see and invent his own. So Jeffrey is the god of toilet cleaning on Tea Lane and Prunella is the queen of Irish Stew at Fat Fanny. Peter lives in a house with a leaky roof and anyone called Olivia runs a wool shop in Galahad Lane. Cillian will direct his own mental inventory, as his magical and uncanny eccentric thinking is called into use.

 And now looking at Juno Hearst’s wonderful and mentally controversial book, it is asking the readers to think outside the box and picture these people like as if you are walking round the One Little Duck Bingo Hall in Belfast, or watching the World go by in the Crown Liquor Saloon. The book is asking your mind to be there, and it works. Your imagination has access all areas, and will never forget another name again. But Cillian feels in his bones that the author Juno Hearst is desperate and uncreative for ideas, so he senses that he will stick to his own so he will always see Ophelia in the Pizzeria rather than some love interest in Hamlet. Anyone sharing the name Ophelia, he will always see dripping in cheese.

 Next Cillian fleshes out the details of how he will practice this system. Every new person he shall meet and greet, he will create an alliance with imagery. He knows that he has many to play with and will learn how to carry them as if presented with nature. Cillian knows that when introduced to a new Leonardo, he will have visions of Rinkha and Ice Cream, and not flying machines and Mona Lisa by that famous Italian polymath. Selina who works next door as one of the Soup Sisters with Genevieve, Cillian decides every new Selina he meets could be seen as an ocean going vessel like the great ship RMS Umbria, as she phonetically sounds like sea-liner. Here you imagine echoes around her of brass bells and prey eating seagulls. And of course for Cillian’s mind, the ship is sailing in a sea of soup. These pictures continue in Cillian’s fertile mind, as even his uncle Cecil who sometimes brought Cillian books that he sold in the St George’s Market is seen as cess-ill so every new Cecil becomes shamelessly ill trapped in a cesspit that smells like a thousand polecats. And once a lady called Prudence knocked Funny Floor Cottage handing leaflets promoting a protest for Suffragettes. And as everyone congratulated her presence and political movement, Cillian asked her name and he immediately thought of Pru at the Fat Fanny who cooked a good Irish Stew. And Cillian was wise not to talk of root vegetable and lamb while her oration was of advocating voting rights with her big poster that said Votes for Women that surely you could see from Napoleon’s Nose Mountain.

 Next Cillian had reason to think after closing that chapter of faces. He was certain those twenty faces if they were of one audience, that they would be quite impressed with his recall of their names, and all this creative reflection that goes with it if that room existed outside the fantasy of his imagination. But think of this. Imagine if you were a politician in some vital affairs of state and you are introduced to twenty like minded people at once. And the reaction you would get when you return their names. But they are not to know who is getting attacked by seagulls, or who is dripping in cheese. And please don’t tell them that they are projecting vomit or they have an arrow impaled in their eye. This is clean elementary fun and piece of cake, and Cillian was hooked in this comedy of association. He already had all the mental tools with his vivid fun and games imagination. It was almost cheating, as all he had to do to remember every stranger’s name was to make a panorama of pictures. And to keep it secret too, like the mad boffins from Kerry who once discovered that the Pyramids of Giza were built by some amicable aliens from the Planet Antonius in the Orion Nebula.

 Every life Cillian will meet now, he will nail their name like it was of nature. Almost like cryptography with secret hidden signals. This gift of a book had shown Cillian the superficial code of a confederation of techniques that will blind his senses with emotion and location. Almost like some sort of intellectual idiosyncrasy. Every life he will meet now will be so different to rote learning, and Cillian had that funny feeling that he was going to become very good at this.

 Cillian was infinitely inspired so to himself he said “Thank you, my dear friend Chuck Li.” And what is more is that night he was paid in full, as his brain was fulfilled and his heart happy. Cillian then knew that despite his vast readings and natural invention of ideas, that this simple secret of memory by pictures was never once obvious to him. So this is the simple yet enigmatical secret of memory. As Cillian this strange being of nature’s architecture was born with imagination without technique, and now his ability in mind’s eye will allow him to learn and bring information into being that never existed before. Yet his days at Little Heads classroom were destitute of any version of this. So Miss Honeyhole missed her mark, while as a teacher she could bark.

 However Cillian had great success in class with only nature and no philosophy of this simple cerebral process, yet his days in school while creative were very much in darkness as blind as a bat. Cillian then reasoned that in school these mnemonics and art of mental pictures should not only be taught, but they should be educated in earnest. So with the discovery of this deviate dreaming, Cillian will continue to explore the mystery of the mind. And with association and imagination, Cillian will become the greatest of artists. Chuck Li had indeed truly opened the gates to giftedness.

 And now essentially, the mind of Cillian will become a much bigger place to store all his counsel from the world. But this memory training is not the cure to solve our intellectual problems nor to be a refuge from the distress that mankind is exposed too. It is a totally separate premise, so if you are a bohemian crackpot or strange fish and your mind is in perpetual turmoil you will continue to be so. This memory thing is invisible, inaudible and it has no known size or weight. It cannot be taken apart and the laws it obeys are not known to psychologists. And this first principle of behaviour is, first to think not as nature intended as there is no instruction manual with a brain. It is not something you can fix like darning a sock.

 So Cillian knew what an extraordinary artist is your mind. It loves good sense and yet shares great sheer adoration of nonsense. So now Cillian decided to live in a dream world of Lilliputian proportions with head trips of violence and association. Also to feel every sensuality and mind trip in his head, as the mind is top secret sex and vehemence with every part smashing reality into imagination. Even from the first simple show at the Big Fish & Cow. Every point of sale will have more destruction and colour than the Battle of Waterloo or the Saturday sale insanity at St George’s Market.

 So now every time with memory, Cillian knows to make his peg perfect. And thousands of these manufactured thoughts will be tucked away in the cosmos of his wits as they will all be lost somewhere in a world of biological electricity almost permanently, and he knows how to trigger them. There are no altered states with this intellectual screenplay of imagination. His mind is everything, and the body is the servant of his mind. And now almost everything he wishes to remember, he can trip out and live in this fantasy world of association.

 Cillian, his head is now an adventure like the Linen Hall Library for the educated Belfast society. Here they store thoughts on paper stolen from Norwegian trees or the big rain forest of the Amazon, that scientists of nature worked out that they give us air. All that storage of meticulously recorded knowledge on a thousand dusty shelves policed by some book wizard librarians, always fighting a noble battle in the name of knowledge.

 However the natural library, the mind itself. It needs a more colourful philosophical apparatus of memory, that is a repository and boutique of remembrance. And now Cillian has an exclusive one.

 So in this new kaleidoscopic life of reason and mentalism, Cillian was naturally animated to design a dictionary of personal pictures that only he could use. All in the serenity of Nothing Normal House. This masterpiece of self-discovery of much better value than any library. Every picture uniquely tailored for Cillian.

 But whatever the future of this new thinking, Cillian was not to know. It is but a parody of his education and journey in life. As he has no theory to the true use of his intelligence yet, as Cillian has not yet discovered that he can write or collect his thoughts in words and his current psychology as a seaside freak show does not hold any true future wealth or value.

 Cillian senses it is his early days. As Italian polymath Leonardo da Vinci himself who had his own legacy of studio and Nothing Normal House in Tuscany, yet he too did not get to fly planes or aerial screws with his first footsteps. But he did get to paint particularly good pictures.

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