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i saw a man sitting on an overpass that spanned a gigantic 18-lane motorway;
he was surrounded by discarded shoes. as i passed him he started yelling.
"you think i've got to move like you all, when you've never even touched the soil.
you think i'm crazy because i stop and watch, hear, and smell".
at that point the traffic loudened as a metro transport passed,
drowning him in white noise.