As you turn that way you see a young man in a grey suit and white shirt traipse down the narrow street. You are that young man. You breathe heavily because someone really did upset you inside. You don’t know if they will come after you or not. You don’t care. Fuck them. You see a girl in a white dress with a crimson veil around her neck. She is holding a bottle of wine in the hand closest to you. You look at each other for a moment, and suddenly you realize that you are both the same person. You see the other person and yourself through the other’s eyes at the same time.14 In tacit agreement you follow one other – or yourself? – to a building with a metal staircase like a ladder that leads up the side of it.  There is a door on the first floor.