Life seems so fragile, you walk down the center of the highway with the big trucks rushing past, they make the air shake, they blow you off your line, you stick out your arms to get your balance, a truck hits one arm and spins you around you stagger and fall holding your arm and crying, then theres other trucks rushing at you theres no escape, your bodies just bone and flesh thats all, there are too many things beating at you, hurting you and leaving bruises.
...From the book checkers
