when I try to walk a short distance from one place to another in this little society of ours, it is not about getting to that place, but about dealing with the population on the way, and watching what stories they'll tell today and how they'll misinterpret whatever I have written in every conceivable way and what they will tell me I am guilty of and what wound that they created they will keep picking at. and the funniest part of it is that I don't even want to see them, they are the very reason why I avoid going outside whenever possible, and I wish they would just fuck off, but it does not seem as if they know how to do that.