Created on Friday, March 3, 2006.
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At times he would sit and watch politely as a car or person or ball travelled past him. He was in awe of how effortlessly an object could move through space, as if he expected the universe to resist the object and fight its own progression.

Other times he would stand and pace about, because who knows when the universe will begin fighting itself, and wouldn’t it be a waste if he was sitting in awe of a bouncing tennis ball when a bomb or plane engine or piece of sky fell — of all the points in space to fall on — right on top of him?

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