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DON’T PANIC : 2 ‘An Average Walk Down an Average City’ Whilst walking down a particularly uninteresting, uniquely nothing of a street in an average downtown avenue sandwiched between a parallel line of glass and concrete megastructures towering above the imperfect platform of cracked and gray cement that pave my stroll, I stumble upon a scene so violent ; so unbelievably grotesque, that I can’t help but to fall to my knees in complete awe. Something about the carnage, which could only be the result of a visceral reaction of great fervor, and it’s lack of any pre-conceivable diagnosis or imaginative hypothesis of what could’ve possibly created such a bleak and senseless perversion of my now mangled environment, makes me feel so alive, perhaps truly, for the first time. My heart begins to beat in a slight off-rhythm, as if in counterpoint to the magnificence of the view. It pumps a furious, burning feeling unlike the usual battery acid my arteries and veins receive within my circulatory system. My thoughts, which remain in a constant forward motion, remind me that I had somewhere to be before being met with this atypical situation, and someone or something, is responsible for causing this interruption. Before I release from my momentary stasis, I see a mass of people, so many, that they seem nearly indistinguishable from where one ends and the other begins, running, possibly even sprinting, at full speed, in a complete dedication to their heels. With every nanosecond, maybe because of the heat, the stampede becomes more and more superfluous, with a specifically synonymous trait of wearing the face of true and absolute terror. Completely disregarding my stand-still position, they continue to move away from the direction I was heading in, barreling towards me, some even shoving straight into me, stumbling, and then composing themselves to keep on, moving away from whatever kind of unutterable and incomprehensible horror that follows behind them. Frozen, I let my curiosity compel me, for what could possibly be so unbelievably profound that it would cause such an inconsiderate reaction from the strangers that at this point have surrounded me in their trajectory down my path already traveled. Staring, wide-eyed and bushy tailed, like a deer in the blaring lights of wonder, I utter the words that Douglas Adams gifted to me as the single best piece of advice given to Humanity. “Don’t Panic.” I repeat them over and over again. Gazing, motionless, into the abyss, my thoughts are left roaming, while awaiting whatever fate is to be received. Drifting into a memory. And in the confusion everything becomes so thick that I forget where I am. And my place in the world fades away. And finally after a seemingly endless 24 years of complete fucking anguish, everything comes rushing to me. Faster than the speed of any thought and I can’t help but start laughing.