I was meandering around the city, with no particular destination in mind. I always chose the path of most resistance, hoping that in some way I would be filtered slowly to a place of solitude and away from the incessant noise. A girl walked into my periphery. At this point I froze, staring with a faint hope that she would yell at me for being a creeper. This is when I ran into a tree. Only there was no tree, no girl, and I was in the middle of the ocean, alone. This is when I ran into a tree.