A little girl in a red dress runs past knocking me over.I cant quite grasp the rail in time,down i go and for just a moment while everything was horizontal i had clarity everything close at hand flowed at my pace the insects on the stairwell scurried about frantic but seemingly subdued the crumpled gum wrapper tossed through the air whose comet-ted tail usually went unnoticed, even the remnants of this mornings rain dripping from the sill of a broken sky light rippled and pulsed as it struck my cheek drop by single drop. for as fast as i was falling everything in the immediate slowed to singular increments measured between breathes paradoxically everything beyond what i could reach out on the precipice of my senses went on in normal fashion people continued to walk past seeming unperturbed by my graceless decent all the while actually waiting, hoping to hear the unmistakable out cry of hip and thigh shattering as bone meets pavement.Would people continue to walk by bemused yet ashamed of the secret delight they take in my groans of pain.Could the worlds peoples seemingly callous and inhumanist reaction to this event be traced back to a