On a midnight walk, i started collecting little silver hearts, all beaten up on the pavement, i reached my street, the dead end on the left, the bushes where the cats are lurking, then the familiar glass panel of the entrance, so often like a mechanical animal, here i had a vision, i stood closer than usual from the lock system of the main door, folding my arm to pass the card, before crossing the second door to the spiral staircase, i spun and went backwards, creating the dance of an incongruous whirlgig, looking attentively around, i climbed the white stairs on the longest way, a new way, close to the wall, following strictly the angles, the farthest to the center pole, on my floor i went pass my appartment to examine the end of the corridor, facing four identical dark wooden doors, unseen before, walking back i stopped to enjoy the new sight of that same boring place, and finally i came back to my room with a little satisfaction, a little impression i had lived a different life.