A blue-tiled foyer, there on Morningside Heights...

There it is--- the opening of a David Lynch scene. Up those few steps, along the brass rail. As seen in dreams, 512 W. 112th St.:

The question is simple enough. Once I go up those steps and into the foyer, will I simply vanish? In another film, in another story, I'd be there lying face up on the steps, eyes open and fixed, the blood in streams along the joints of the tiles. That would be another film. In this film, would I just...disappear? Soundlessly, seamlessly, never missed. Once I go up those steps, would I just...cease? Would my memory evaporate? As if I'd never existed at all?

Once I go into that foyer--- did I ever exist at all?