Foolspot

                                                                            

    Any map which situates Foolspot is probably useless for you to locate yourself. Some may be as precise as to sneak themselves and fool pursuers, or worse, take them to Foolspot. One can only be sure when seeing this marker:

Two hours from now, you'll be at Foolspot, where madness lives on.
The way is dark, but remain hopeful or the Shadow notices.

Population:

3.187 actors

3.189 watchers

15.329 traumas

Too many desires

12.835 loves

37.010 dreams

Watch for the Maruxo, he bites.

    A roaming city, staging visible sounds and audible colors, tense masses and festive conflagrations, happy wars and painful holidays. Whoever eyes it tries to understand, lets his curiosity own him, and adds another hooked one for the show.

Scaffolding becomes trapeze
Costumed neighborhoods
Caged taverns
Translucent castles
Cannibal princesses
Lionesses painted with signboards
Balconies become stages
Granaries made of canvas
Neighbors pretend
Plazas unto circus rings
Enlightened by wishes
Surrounded by nightmares

Festive surroundings where laws are defined by our imaginations, desires, fears and guilts. Mostly those guilts. Here one grasps his own lunacy or is grasp by her, whatever the difference may be. Where Foolspot lies, sanity boils and insanity brews, distilled into the very spirit of madness. A place where people believe in gods, but gods disbelieve people away.

Please be careful of the differences between what you wish for, idolizes, fear and hate. Otherwise you may pass through Foolspot and mistake it for any other city, for every city has things for you to wish for, idolize, fear and hate. At Foolspot the only limits are past and future. They won't come, give up.

Watch out for anyone smeared with butter, bulging houses, jellied flooring, sudden whistles from empty cages, plastered penguins and that dark thing following your movements. The gabbler cheese triggers new beliefs at each bite. And if the stairs are in the wrong diagonal, blink, you may be lucky or be guided instead. Look for the mayor's best friend, he loves rogues and will be right beside you as long as you remain sane.

There is an all-embracing library, full of mundane details and extraordinary matters. Very well organized in an alphabetical fashion by unruly illiterates. They say that here one can reach for all the existing books, many of the ones which don't exist, all once existent, books desired but unwritten, biographies of those which came here if they didn't, happy endings, unhappy endings, uncertain endings, endless endings and a few detachable ones...