on one sad sunday, autumn, the windows hammered with brown leaves, i awoke to find myself shrinking, deflating.. in short, letting out air! at first i was enamoured by the perfect opposite of the truth, that the world had outgrown me, that my bed and room had swelled up like a scrofulate balloon, that it was earth that been struck with some profound form of gigantism and exceeded its boundaries and that I poor crippled boy, was being outstripped by history and life itself!

 

as i struggled to face this new existence, this second childhood forced upon me, my existentialist bent surfaced,  forced me to conclude that it was not the world that had grown larger, but i who had grown smaller, for i began to see in my mindset a number of powerful transformations that inclined me to believe that i was approaching the cultural milieu of an ant.

 

i imagined myself strong enough to carry a grasshopper thousands of times larger than my fragile body, i imagined rolling great boulders of sugar, grappling a fly with my powerful jaws! already i could sense the powerful electricity from down below, from the cracks and holes in the floorboards where my soon to be friends were engaged in their military dance.