[Well, doesn't that beat all? Crane ignores the irony of being two people in one; his past self fleeing the apartment while his present observes the scene below. He studies his companion biting, shredding, chomping on a memory that cannot respond; it exists frozen in time.
He inhales but nothing. The evidence - their frantic exchange, adrenaline fuelling his excitement - suggests some kind of arousal, a sudden thrill that enlivens the heart. Now the air is still and his mind is asking why. He turns around to look at the empty apartment. He follows the path his other self has taken, too slow to catch a man faster than he seems. But he doesn't need to see him to know what is different.
His hand is clenching at his throat, tying an invisible noose as he emerges from downstairs to stand next to his companion.]
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He inhales but nothing. The evidence - their frantic exchange, adrenaline fuelling his excitement - suggests some kind of arousal, a sudden thrill that enlivens the heart. Now the air is still and his mind is asking why. He turns around to look at the empty apartment. He follows the path his other self has taken, too slow to catch a man faster than he seems. But he doesn't need to see him to know what is different.
His hand is clenching at his throat, tying an invisible noose as he emerges from downstairs to stand next to his companion.]
Well, are you enjoying yourself?