by D.J. Berndt

As I'm exiting the mall food court, I see a little girl with two overweight women crossing the parking lot. An approaching car yields, and as we start to cross from opposing sides, the little girl, thrilled at the prospect of running in front of a car, grabs a hand from each overweight woman and begins to run and laugh, crying "faster!" as she goes. I watch and think, but you don't have anything to run from, little girl. She again yells elatedly, "faster!" Her enthusiasm is an alarm, begging me to realize, but I don't have anything to run to. Defeated, I put my keys in my car, enter my car, start my car, and drive my car back to work.


D.J. Berndt, author of Stagnant, has still accomplished nothing of importance.