There wasn’t much to it. No grand display. It wasn’t like a, “hey look at me, I’m going down,” type of thing. He just fell, and even though he was unconscious before he hit the ground, the way he collapsed seemed so deliberate. Poised. There was a grace to it. He looked so calm during his descent that I wasn’t even concerned. What a cool thing to do, to just lie there in the middle of the sidewalk like that, I thought. Be damned pre-established social constructs of how sidewalks should be used. I wanted to lay down next to him. When I asked if I could and he didn’t respond it did get a little concerning.

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