Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 3
Iwastheonlypersonwatchingthis.
Tylercalledover,"Doyouknowwhattimeitis?"
Ialwayswearawatch.
"Doyouknowwhattimeitis?"
Iasked,where?
"Righthere,"Tylersaid."Rightnow."
Itwas4:06p.m.
Afterawhile,Tylersatcross-leggedintheshadowofthestandinglogs. Tylersatforafewminutes,gotupandtookaswim,pulledonaT-shirtandapairofsweatpants,andstartedtoleave. Ihadtoask.
IhadtoknowwhatTylerwasdoingwhileIwasasleep.
IfIcouldwakeupinadifferentplace,atadifferenttime,couldIwakeupasadifferentperson?
IaskedifTylerwasanartist.
Tylershruggedandshowedmehowthefivestandinglogswerewideratthebase. Tylershowedmethelinehe’ddrawninthesand,andhowhe’dusethelinetogaugetheshadowcastbyeachlog.
Sometimes,youwakeupandhavetoaskwhereyouare.
WhatTylerhadcreatedwastheshadowofagianthand. OnlynowthefingerswereNosferatu-longandthethumbwastooshort,buthesaidhowatexactlyfour-thirtythehandwasperfect.
