At times like these I like to pretend that I’m walking really quickly in a straight line. I would walk so quick and so straight that you would have a hard time keeping up. After a while you would give it up completely and call out to me from the side of the street but I’d just keep on walking dead straight ahead. I'd act as if I were totally oblivious to everything and pretty soon people would get the point and they would scramble and trip over themselves just to get the hell out of my way as I bore down upon them with my jaw set and my steely eyes flashing at nothing in particular. And of course I wouldn’t run anybody over, intentionally, but I’d leave you all behind all the same, coughing and wheezing and rubbing your eyes in disbelief in the dusty wake of my bipedal locomotion, taking me on my way straight out of this town, out of this world. I could go on like this forever, walking fast and never slowing down, pretending that things won’t ever catch up to me.