There was a man who felt as if he were running bent over and approaching a brick wall at high speed. He felt this way because he could hear his feet pounding on the pavement, his legs were getting tired, his head was down, his back was strained, and he could hear echoes from in front of him. Several people tried to tell him it was okay, it wasn't really happening, he was leading a normal life like everyone else. But it was no use--he just couldn't shake the feeling. He had felt this way for twenty-seven years, and to be perfectly honest, all he wanted was the inevitable crash.