Say there’s a game: You’re walking by yourself on a
dirt road through a forest at sundown, and all you
have to do is keep walking. Nothing to it. One foot,
then the other foot, then the other foot, forever, and
the only thing you aren’t allowed to do — even when
the sun slips down behind the hills, even when the
darkness thickens all around you, even when the devil
starts his moaning in the trees — the only thing you
aren’t allowed to do is run.