In the time after time when I am no longer human, will I think back fondly on the moment when I’m going this way -maybe toward the bus stop- and you’re going that way -maybe toward the corner store? Yet we can’t seem to systematize our walking paths to go around each other…. You go left, I go right. You go right, I go left. We would do anything within reason to not acknowledge each other. Yet for some reason that is impossible.