Pedestrians in Conversations with Cars Almost Getting Hit

Walking is getting close to the godhead in my solipsistic, self-deity world. I get to regain composure lost after a long day. Sometimes the combination of placing oversized cushiony headphones over my ears, wearing the back-left side of my shoe into the pavement, and smelling the flowery-but-often-urine-scented gales of Lake Michigan has a sybaritic appeal… Read More Pedestrians in Conversations with Cars Almost Getting Hit