For an instant I am face to face with my double. He is not me and yet he is what I would have been with his life in this time. Not a king but certainly a robber. He should be astounded by my dress, he is not. Our hands touch and eyes meet, the smallest smile is on his face and then time and space are annulled.
Time becomes a point with no breadth and infinite depth.
It is like a frame frozen on a video screen. The scene looks so much like the tablet that turned gossamer and then to dust in the isinglass window of my grandmother's stove. First the carnage turns to gossamer, then to dust. My double's image fades as the tablet's had. I know somehow that I am back as the ground seems to rise up and snap me in the face.