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The balance of things is so fragile. I walk down the road, and I wonder. What would happen if I stepped out now, in front of these cars sprinting past? They are mere feet from me. It would be so easy. Right now, everyone on this road is only concerned with their own worlds and they aren't noticing what is happening around them, or being a part of it. They're separate entities, all of them. Not even rubbing shoulders as they go about their meaningless, ultimately unimportant lives.

But I could change all that.

I could force them to pay attention.

I could break the ice; I could change the desolate course this street is taking and send them to new worlds. I can imagine all of it ' three steps would take me off the pavement and square in front of the next hunk of metal to chunter past. No one would notice this probably - it would be far too quick, but they would hear the brakes just start to squeal in the split second the driver saw me before the impact. The crunch of my body hitting the car would be uncomfortable and loud, the unwitting spectators would be pulled out of their reveries, suddenly on high alert, as they realised where they ultimately were.

For a short while lives would stop - errands and mundane tasks forgotten as they found they had to become players on the board. They would shake with sobs at a funeral it never even occurred to them they would attend, such huge emotional fallout from such a small act. Our lives seem so stable, so definite, that we don't realise how quickly and easily they can be thrown off course. Even by the tiniest actions, like taking three steps.