As I walked along the avenue, trying not to be self-conscious about how I walked along the avenue, I observed how others walked along the avenue. Purposeful, mostly. Yet is there not always a degree of the false in our sense of purpose? Just how important were all these destinations? These dozens upon dozens of human bodies, male and female, moved like salmon on the way to the spawning beds. No, of course salmon don’t walk. I mean the urgency, the sense of following a star-charted course. Ah, but surely some of these people felt about the world as I felt about it, surely they had come to question the wisdom of the stars. That tall, skinny man there, with his bony jaw slightly raised – did each long stride of his not contain some of Keaton’s fundamental cosmic hesitation? And what of the ma
