scene, sentence, song: 5.9.15

I have wondered for awhile if most of the time we just get it plain wrong, and that what really counts is whether a young man running up to a bus stop bench in the city still launches himself onto it and then returns safely to the ground—without knowing anyone is watching.

(Music is The Analog Kid. Rush.)


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