I've knitted myself a hat, it's plum red with an appealing lace pattern, I figured that a few air holes would be nice now that it's spring. I put it on and feel like a cranberry in the snow, and I wonder if they can see me from the moon. Me and the Great Wall.

Perhaps I should stop seeing myself as an individual and start identifying myself with the totality, but I just can't do that.

The breeze is cold and refreshing, I draw the night into my lungs and try to calm myself down.