It's all downhill from here
I walk the straight and narrow. Actually, it’s quite wiggly this line I’m following. It’s not a new sidewalk, but not the worst I’ve seen; and it’s downhill. But it isn’t easy. And it’s not a path; how unhelpfully undescriptive. A path is in a wood, or up a mountain, or near a sea. It’s not where I am. I trade the buried pipe, or wire, or manic thought, for a white painted line. Maybe I shouldn’t walk so close to a boundary. Cars speed past. Bicycles speed past. I’m in the sl
