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How can I ? How can I be up and down at the same time. Of course, this is-teens young. Not something one would ever expect from an adult, less Orson Welles in the "The Third Man" on the Ferris Wheel. If adult you have chances-are, been hit already. You know what it feels like. You can empathize. No-want - not-do; the law of karma. I had read too much fiction, and so I knew something about the 'change of fortunes', as it was called. Could happen to anyone was the theme, fiction to fact. Fortune-up, rags to riches, the grist of pedestrian novels. Fortune-down, riches to rags, the fall of the mighty. Seems more the theme of classical writers. I loved those fortune dramas; two sides of the same character. "There but for the grace of God" go.

In my automat the green and yellow trams out there; people got on and off. People walked or rushed under the overhang, by and through the tall glass-doors, into the station caverns. They didn't notice me just metrics away nearly touchable. I was in a church that was in wherenot. It was the silence that was the difference. Absolute silent-scene, except the numb-hum of the automat motors. Outside was without feeling, the absence of smell, sound, atmospheric-sense, taste of the air, vibrations all gone. Sight alone. Visiontude.

The other-side of the glass. For the first time I was outside reality. I was not there. Where was I ? I was not there anymore. I was in wherenot. Near as I can guess, I was not only not-there, but nowhere else either. This is Wherenot as someplace else but where ?

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