The corridor was longer than it had been, but that was only because I was walking it slowly. I had a key in my pocket. I knew this the way you know things in the morning before you are properly awake, not by checking but by a kind of trust, and I trusted it completely,…

I drive by the cemetery....

"...racing by like a many-headed serpent, the hydra of Greek mythology."

This is yours I believe. Don't hurt people. Don't harm animals. Plant something and pay it some attention, watch it grow, help. Lobotomized bombs growl out of fear. They are made for one awful thing. Some things don't need to be said. This is your…