Walking

On some days I feel like putting on my blue jeans, my parka and walking out, walking and walking until I die of hunger and exhaustion miles and miles from here, from this cursed place,  miles and miles away  from human hatred, perfidy, self-satisfaction and evil.  One man did just that recently in this geographical area - he walked in the western direction, that is toward the Far East, if that could ever make sense, and he drowned in the waters of the Bay while firefighters and police stood there on the beach and looked on, because it wasn't in their union contracts to try to save him and wet their shiny uniforms while doing it.