I'm looking down. An empty lot. I was there in the past. Just before walking up these steps. I look above the city lights. Is that south? I'll be there in the future. When I'll drive home later on. Now I'm here. In the present. Looking simultaneously at the past and at the future. Below. And above. Tomorrow the empty lot will be full. Animated. Alive. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll be south. Looking back at the past. I will not be on this floor. Someone else probably will. Now I'm dizzy. I don't like heights. I should walk back down. Towards my future.
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