Suzanne, take my hand and take me to the left of center. Why, oh why, I am in the center. Cold reading. Strange coincidences. “It must have been a crash”, I thought and I went only half way home. Two streetcars crashed. “You are alpha and omega”, “what power you have” and she put her hand on my shoulder. I said “Don’t touch me”. “Your first name and last name starts and ends with the same letter”. The same with my birth date. All that is in my memory today. I am out of touch. Oh, how much I am out of touch. Are we different or similar, I ask you know. I was listening and heard the voice of universe: both. Our knowledge is different, our awareness is different, but we are the same. The same aim, the same delusions. Yes, our minds are deluded. How to clean them? How? Take me to the outskirts, off the avenue.

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"like a shadow, I am and I am not"