- i wish the world was flat. it would be so much easier if there was a definite end. maybe there could be a wall. although i'm sure people would spray paint their names and thoughts and the dirtiest words they could think of all over it. i don't know why people do that, but it's fun to look at. it's interesting to see the thoughts that other people think are so important that they must be permanently attached to a wall or stall or bus. so if you were driving along and suddenly you came to a giant wall with wide assortments of graffiti painted on it, you would know very well that it was time to turn around. but there aren't walls. there isn't even an oddly shaped bush or a pole that is just a little too tall. there is no marker to tell us when we've gone too far, nothing to tell us when to turn around. and sometimes i go too far. i think i am too far in general... when someone gets to me, they're lost. they should never have gotten this far. and they all realize it, eventually. they all go back and leave me. i am what's past the bush and the pole. so how do i get back? how do i put up the wall? or maybe it's already up. maybe i just never move so i don't know it. maybe the wall is where it should be, and i'm just on the outside. someone wanna send me a map?