I DON’T THINK I had ever experienced that before. I amused myself by guessing which of the twin objects was real. And usually I got it right. Yet my trousers were wet from wading through imaginary puddles. I vomited lightly and without any difficulties. I was balancing on the pavement, courteously giving passersby a wide berth. I was trying to sing out loud, but my throat was dry and my voice came out raspy. I came to a little square with two lonely benches. I dragged myself to one of them and keeled over. Immediately everything around me began to sway. The instability of my position instantly released the dynamic volatility of the world. So I changed my position. I stretched out on the bench with my head hanging down and legs thrown over the back. The world viewed from this vantage point, through the prism of alcohol, seemed for the first few seconds quite interesting. But it didn’t last long. I had to change my position again, as this one wasn’t very comfortable. Carefully handling the absurd weight of my head, I arranged my body into ever-different configurations.
