On the 13th floor of the library there are four corners, each with a desk. I set my bag and coat in the southeast corner and leave them there to walk the shelves. Until I become lost.

I gather my bearings and walk toward what I believe to be the southeast corner, only to find someone already sitting there. My first conclusion is not that I had by accident come upon the northwest corner, but that I, my physical self, had never actually left the southeast corner, and now I, the wandering soul, am happening upon myself from the outside.

But in fact, as I approached, this man’s body was heavier than mine and he wore glasses. So I said, that is not I. But then again, I considered it very well could be I, who instead of maintaining a thin frame and good eyesight had grown thick and come to need glasses, and I thought for a moment that my wandering soul might inhabit this body just as it might find the true southeast corner and re-inhabit the body from whence I came.