I walked into a table, then a chair, then a bookshelf. I have not gotten used to being blind. It made it difficult to get around.

He tires of this town and its people. He wanted to see the world, but the town sat high in the mountains. Winter storms stopped anyone from leaving until spring.

I do not know what I want. I feel the pull of normality. To be the same. To be part of the working system of life. I feel the pull of greatness. To rise against the norm. To surpass the human race. Normality or Greatness? Same or Different? The question I ask myself.

Dan was on his way to his home. The man in yellow stood in Dan's way. Strong, bent and menacing.

Dan: "Would you move?"

No reply. Dan steps forward. The man steps forward. Dan steps back. The man steps forward.

...stare...