Sam Anderson

and looked at the world outside. Commuters were streaming by at high speeds, north and south. Down below, the gas station looked like a theater set. I watched people coming and going, performing the mundane little dramas of everyday life. A man walked out double fisting coffee cups. A woman in exercise gear walked her dog. I saw a fender bender and I watched the drivers argue.

and looked at the world outside. Commuters were streaming by at high speeds, north and south. Down below, the gas station looked like a theater set. I watched people coming and going, performing the mundane little dramas of everyday life. A man walked out double fisting coffee cups. A woman in exercise gear walked her dog. I saw a fender bender and I watched the drivers argue.

Eventually a policeman came. His arms were covered with tattoos. The driver of a beige station wagon methodically squeegeed his windshield. It started raining lightly and people hurried into the store looking for shelter. From the cave, I watched for well over an hour. And what struck me was no one had any idea I was there. No one ever looked up. Why would they?

Eventually a policeman came. His arms were covered with tattoos. The driver of a beige station wagon methodically squeegeed his windshield. It started raining lightly and people hurried into the store looking for shelter. From the cave, I watched for well over an hour. And what struck me was no one had any idea I was there. No one ever looked up. Why would they?

I might as well have been sitting in the middle of the 19th century. I was gone. Finally, as the sun slid down the sky, I slid back down the hill. And covered with dirt, with rocks in my pockets, I walked off.

I might as well have been sitting in the middle of the 19th century. I was gone. Finally, as the sun slid down the sky, I slid back down the hill. And covered with dirt, with rocks in my pockets, I walked off.