January dribbles - 29

Music in his ears, he stomped the beat, oblivious to traffic’s roar. Stars in his eyes, he read the text; dreaming of other places, hit reply. Thoughts in his mind of flowers drove out the stench of everyday; fingers hit keys. Cars tried and failed—can’t stop. Today he died.

I just heard from a friend about a young man who died where she works; he walked straight into busy traffic while listening to headphones and texting. It kind of puts that youtube video of the woman walking into the fountain into perspective. If you're reading this, please warn your family and friends.