“Attempting…

… to continue with Number-9, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

I’m Number-9 (?)

bb:

Are you?

Hucka D.:

(Seriously) you must examine The Tiler, the imaginary man behind the real man. Or turning a real man into an imaginary man. He is *real* through his *tiles*. That’s how he wants to be remembered. Think: Residents.

bb:

In 9 there are a series of “men”, all Knok, all Davies you see.

Hucka D.:

I see. Including Tin S. Man.

bb:

Imaginary man, a man I do not know the identity of (but who knows the real me, baker b.) is the Tin S. Man that I mention a lot at the beginning of this blog. He has given up the ghost recently… not died, but died from my imagination.

Hucka D.:

This is an ode( then).

bb:

It is…

Hucka D.:

It is you as well. Residents.