in the attic

I stood up and started moving

With a childlike fascination

For those doors that don't have locks

And the stairways that were blocked

And on the last step I was dizzy

Because there were stairs in all directions

But I found another door

And through the door there was the attic

Without old clothes

Without a ceiling

Everything had opened wide

Into the jaws of something bigger

And suddenly I saw that I was

Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof

Finally it had found me

The answer, the feeling, and the truth:

That I'm small, smaller than the smallest fireball

(lyrics by The Antlers)