in london a few weeks ago, i found that i derived some sort of immeasurable thrill from weaving through walkway traffic at top speed. which is odd for me, because usually i walk slowly and get annoyed at everyone hurrying for no reason. there’s simply something about the rush in london that is electrifying — at that moment rushing had nothing to do with getting anywhere on time but rather was about the feeling of bouncing off of all these people like we were gas particles in a high pressure balloon.

in that case, maybe it’s a good thing that you’re bumping into people — it’s all part of the experience, at any rate…