It's Nothing. A School Project.

Watching Those Guys Pummel Each Other So No One Would Suspect Them Of Being Weak Was Too Much For Me. Their Reputations Were More Important Than Their Faces.

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.

But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy