I’m walking backwards in a city that is speeding ahead as if there was a gun to its head. I have pains and aches from running in opposition to the wind. I’m pulling back when it is trying to propel me forward. I’m becoming arrogant. Your absence is giving me the strength to be bad. It is a bad influence on me; tempting me to burn bridges, break channels, and build unsanctioned walls that are higher than most birds will dare to fly. I laugh into imaginary ears just to vex sanity a bit.