there was some architecture in a perfectly clear sky - there was the
silver sunlight - there was the breeze - there was my skin - there
were the sounds of people with their machines - and there i was
crossing the street, slowly, feeling the collision of all these things
with a clarity so intense that its evaporation into the realm of memory
was a slight desire - and i walked into the shadow of a building as my
awareness of the moment grew - and i understood something for a
second
as the sensation began to quickly fade - then i remembered how to walk
nomally and where the nearest fax machine was.