He wanders around town, always staring down at the sidewalk.
If he cocks his ear, he thinks he can hear the rush of piss
and shit flowing in the sewers. He believes that his
excretions follow him wherever he goes, and this comforts
him.
As he crosses the street, he loses track of the sound; the
sewer pipe doesn't run this way. A few miles later, he
picks it up again, louder this time, faster. It has company
now.
At the edge of the city, he stops, hearing the sewage flow
onward. He knows that its ultimate destination is the plant
a few miles north, but he imagines it continuing on and on,
all the way to Alaska, maybe, or the North Pole. He smiles
to himself. "My excrement is really going places now."
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