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down the hallway fled a shadow around the corner. i did not hurry. there was some part of me that new that every one step i took would close the distance more than every five he took would widen it.
i was not bound by space. in effect, i was everywhere, and nowhere. it was not that distance did not matter to me; to question of distance did not exist at all. letting time be the fourth, suppose there was a fifth dimension. and concerning this dimension there was some metric called forthness. then to you, a three, maybe four dimensional being, this "forthness" is utterly irrelevant. that was how i felt about space.
because i did not bother with space, the concept of time was also distant from me. i never "ran out of time," if i wanted to freeze myself in one moment, i could stay in it forever. i would only need to keep moving.
i continued the chase, for what seemed like 5 minutes but was probably an hour. i cornered him from behind and in front, and he could not hope of escaping from me. to him, i must have been like a photo coming to life. i was in the walls and in the air. and like that, i entered him. i was him. i had been chasing after myself all along. somehow, i was fleeing from something, thinking i was leaving it far behind when i was carrying it with me all along.
i gazed in the mirror. i saw 'myself', but i did not need a mirror to do that.
something changed at some point in time, and i don't know when it was because i don't live in time anymore. i was unbearably light, and nothing tethered me to the ground anymore. and everyone else, i took with me.