Portait of Macaulay Culkin as an Angry Young Man
A rock hits me on the head as I'm standing on the sidewalk. "Hey, watch where you're going," I say as it bounces along the concrete. The rock says nothing because it is a rock and I feel stupid for speaking to it. A hunchbacked old mime passes by. "What's your problem? Who just throws rocks at people like that," I yell. The old mime says nothing because he is an old mime and I am embarassed. Ignored and abandoned by the mime and the rock, I walk into the rude emptiness of the street. "Is that what this world's coming to?" I ask aloud. "What a hellhole. I can't wait to get out of here." The emptiness says nothing because it is emptiness and I am quieted by its casual glory.