how vital simply walking seems when you can't. i remember when copp stopped walking once, and sat down in the park with a final feeling look, suddenly the end, and my heart dropped to the ground at his feet, and seeped into the earth where he rested. but you have to walk, copp, we can't just stop. the feeling of vacancy, of futility, the vast emptiness gusting through me. but i got him to his feet, and he walked ever so slowly beside me home. it wasn't the end, and he walked, and rolled, and ran again.