I am walking down the sidewalk wondering why there are some sad blades of grass trying to grow up through the cracks. They are lonely, all alone, singular beings taking a shot at survival in a world of hurt and concrete. They have been forsaken by thier creator. They have been fated to a life of desperation and longing. Longing for thier kin, thier friends, thier own kind, not so far off in that thick, green lawn just on the other side of the walk. So close, so close, and so far away. It's only right there, a couple of feet away, but alas! It may as well be a million miles away. If they were to be uprooted and placed within the loving reach of thier green spiky bretheren, it would be a quick and bittersweet homecoming, as they would surely die without root.
It is a sad and twisted world of irony.
Also, as I walked, I thought about PacMan. Man, did I love that game! Ms. PacMan was even better, I think.