KLEINZEIT A TO B

There it was again, like a signal along a wire.  A clear brilliant flash of pain from A to B.  What was A?  What was B?  Kleinzeit didn’t want to know.  His hypotenuse was on that side, he thought.  Maybe not.  He’d always been afraid to look at anatomical diagrams.  Muscles, yes.  Organs, no.  Nothing but trouble to be expected from organs.

Flash.  A to B again.  His diapason felt hard and swollen.  His scalp was dry and flaky.  He put his face in front of the bathroom mirror.

I exist, said the mirror.
What about me?  said Kleinzeit.
Not my problem, said the mirror.

Russell Hoban, Kleinzeit.

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