...I raised my eyes to the sky and quietly muttered: “Why am I not a king?” The cloudy sky, diligently preparing to rain, did not answer me, but when I lowered my eyes, something was happening to the world. People suddenly froze, the traffic light didn’t even think about switching, the drivers froze in frozen cars, and the torn plastic bag, which the wind was blowing in front of me, hovered in the air. I saw the only object that was moving. It was me, that is, not me, but another, just like me. My double, dressed in the same clothes, with the same face, just as swollen from alcohol and lack of sleep. No differences. He (me?) came up to me, looked into my eyes, smiled, and then asked in my voice: “Did you say something?” Why am I not a king? — I answered. “Well, then be it,” said my double, crumbling into millions of small fragments, and with it the whole world familiar to me crumbled, including myself...