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I
had
to
know
what
Tyler
was
doing
while
I
was
asleep
.
If
I
could
wake
up
in
a
different
place
,
at
a
different
time
,
could
I
wake
up
as
a
different
person
?
I
asked
if
Tyler
was
an
artist
.
Tyler
shrugged
and
showed
me
how
the
five
standing
logs
were
wider
at
the
base
.
Tyler
showed
me
the
line
he
'd
drawn
in
the
sand
,
and
how
he
'd
use
the
line
to
gauge
the
shadow
cast
by
each
log
.
Sometimes
,
you
wake
up
and
have
to
ask
where
you
are
.
What
Tyler
had
created
was
the
shadow
of
a
giant
hand
.
Only
now
the
fingers
were
Nosferatu-long
and
the
thumb
was
too
short
,
but
he
said
how
at
exactly
four-thirty
the
hand
was
perfect
.
The
giant
shadow
hand
was
perfect
for
one
minute
,
and
for
one
perfect
minute
Tyler
had
sat
in
the
palm
of
a
perfection
he
'd
created
himself
.
You
wake
up
,
and
you
're
nowhere
.
One
minute
was
enough
,
Tyler
said
,
a
person
had
to
work
hard
for
it
,
but
a
minute
of
perfection
was
worth
the
effort
.
A
moment
was
the
most
you
could
ever
expect
fromperfection
.
You
wake
up
,
and
that
's
enough
.
