i was doing a serious jog, wearing all black, listening to royksopp: back to mine, thinking about my body as a machine of flesh and gleaming metal. as i was running across the street, this granola-y girl with wire-frame glasses in a station wagon is waiting to make an unprotected left turn. she eyes me approvingly as i run across the street and as she makes the turn, she leans her head out the window and yells, "awesome."