Here	I wantyou to tell me a story. Talk story. That's what it is, isn't it?
There	No, itwasn't a story. I was just living there.
Here	What wasit like living there?
There	What'sit like living here?
	Either / or beats an oxymoronic tune, a circularity so regular being becomes a flatline(r). One cries, in the way of the refrain, "Stop the train, I want to getoff!", unaware that this train does not stop. Suddenly (between here andthere), all-of-a-sudden, without warning it seems , one	jumps. . . (a   c h a n c e  t o  r h y t h m)