"It’s more like the view from the top of the Empire State Building, of
people as infinitesimal dots circulating ceaselessly through a grid.
Eventually we have to descend back to street level, rejoin the milling
mass and take up our lives; you lock up your bike and become hostage to
the hours again. But it’s at those moments that I become briefly
conscious of what I actually am — a fleeting entity stripped of ego and
history in an evanescent present, like a man running in frames of
celluloid, his consciousness flickering from one instant to the next."
--Tim Kreider
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