an appointment, i enter the elevator. Before the door
can close, a towheaded boy in his early teens walks in,
but remains undecidedly standing in the doorway, so that
the door remains open. "Make up your mind," i
say; and he decides to leave. i notice that he left a
day pack, much like the one i often carry, which i toss
out just before the door closes.
The elevator slides down 12 stories, taking a long time to
reach the ground floor.
i realize it won't stop, but continue
down, to where? Having no choice, i resign myself
to be taken wherever it wants to go. Finally, brakes
shriek, and i come to a gentle halt. The door opens.
i walk out...
i am not in the
lobby of my building but outside a squat and domed structure.
and amused, i can see the city in the distance,
to which i orient myself for the long walk home.