walking blind
Powerwalking down 8th avenue after work the other day, I was struck with a sobering thought. If a portal to another dimension magically opened up on the sidewalk beside me, I wouldn't notice. I'd be too busy stressing about rental houses and insurance agencies, and I'd march right past. Somehow, without my noticing, I'd become a grown-up. The thought was so disturbing that I spent the rest of my walk trying to figure out how to reverse the effects. Maybe it's time to get out of the city?