Ever have one of those moments when you feel like your inside a descending elevator? You look up to get a different perspective and see the buildings around you flicker like white noise on a television set. There's someone watching, flicking your channels so you don't know what to feel, comedy or tragedy? Shakespeare used both - are you at the theater? You read the lines but the volume is muted and now your shouting into a sky that can't hear you. Your chest clicks like the destined arms of a wristwatch. Something falls and you hear the smash, you know it is real, that you are awake, alive, moved. That is what brings you back to a point of serenity; the echo of a million splintered pieces.