My short story. I feel myself as a centre of the Universe. The Universe which is mad, whirling and running to nowhere. And everything and everyone is whirling and running around me. But I stand still like the only one support, the only one quite harbour in the world. And they are whirling. They are just shadows. I can't see their faces, because they're moving so quickly, so disorderly, so senseless. But these shadows aren't mine. I wish they were mine or just one was mine. And I do a short, hesitating, cautious step. I want to not scare a shadow, moving beside, but I can't touch it. And I see one familiar shadow and say, "Hello, shadow!". The shadow answer, "Hello!". I cry, I beg, "Stay with me, shadow!". But the shadow is going away. It's true, because I'm the centre of the Universe and everything must whirl and run around me. If one shadow stopped it would be the second centre of the Universe. But there couldn't be two centres so I would have to whirl and run around that shadow. And suddenly I noticed my own shadow, whirling so quick, disorderly and senseless.