Daydream with me for a bit.

You’re walking down the street, any street really, but it’s the street near your childhood home, let’s say, or your apartment, or your favorite coffee shop, or where you work, or—

Cars plow close to the curb. Tires skim the pavement in a desperate reminder that we are bound to the earth by the thinnest of threads. If we are barely connected, it would barely hurt, right? You push that thought away because it’s a dangerous one.

But we’re daydreaming, so think about it anyw...