All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence.
And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.
― Haruki Murakami
I ran by this house yesterday and faded vinyl siding spoke to me.
“You call that running?”
When inanimate objects make fun of you, the smart move, find a seat in the shade.
I kept going.
That house’s opinion of me is none of my business.
Nothing can stop me.
I am the hero.