Out Of Mind

Last night I rode my bike home, a ghost to the world.

Leaving the theater, I wanted to stay with the girl next to me. I knew her, not in any special way, and I just wanted to walk with her. Young men dream dreams, old men see visions... in the theater. It was hard to leave tonight, and I knew the next time I'd be a little less receptive, a little more distant. So I just wanted to walk. Stroll. Because when you get on your bike to leave, the only way to go is fast. When you go slow, you fall over; that, and it gives people the chance to see you.