Nanosec

As his hand gripped the door's handle to the pied a ter Enrico kept
for unofficial official interludes in Room 1111, Hotel Metropole, it
instantly, timelessly made his brain aware that the very atoms which
vibrated slower than their cousins in that handle's immediate
surrounding 'empty' space were not seperated by some bright line of
demarcation, just invisible to the human eye, but were indistinct from
all others down, down at the fundamental level of their, our,
existence. His hand, any hand of any human being was no different. It
was then, for the first time, that he knew what to do, doubt having
returned to that antimaterial dimension comprised of empty space filled
with all other negating forces forever orbiting their pulsing dark star
of fear.