i could understandably be imagining things , even admitted to myself that thinking backthough it had taken place less than two minutes agoi couldnt quite get it straight whether id seen anything , whether id actually confirmed it , all of it seemed a choppy sketch , scribble , like when a song is being played too low to hear and it sounds like some other song , like listening for a voice through a jabbering train station , not even seeing the hands being waved and waved , the laughing faces trying to get your attention .