Depending on the scale of the whole, others and I could grow incomprehensibly big or infinitesimally small.
The boy turned off his motorcycle and plopped down on the grass. He let the motorcycle stand tilted.
He had just delivered pizza to several good-for-nothings hanging out in the square at this hour. He did not
expect the manager to call for at least half an hour, so he decided to take a bit of rest. Running on two jobs
wasn’t easy. Counting his unsold newspapers, he mused, “If I had gone to school…”
His phone rang.
“Yessir, I’’ll be there soon…Yes, all right.”
less sky.
Yet he did not move. Well, he did, but only to lay flat on his back and look up to the starry but moon-
I was not here to get away from anything. I was here to compare the sizes of things-of people scattered
throughout the park, of events that did not leave any time or space blank, of me and the world.
Numberless stars coldly shone on me, who was powerless against their number and the unbounded
space they occupied. I occupied the tiny spot of Earth around me. Nauseous, I struggled to keep standing on it.
So did others.
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Those were the cold facts of that inner city square.