My mind races as the Tortise. Parsing memories as they flow. Compiling through milestones. Unfazed, unbothered, uninterested in Hare. Hare has the lead. Tortise just focus on life ahead, or, well, life right now? Will I lose? Will I be great? Will they laugh? Who is they, but me, now far out from the starting gun. Persisted through my own latency. Oh, look, there goes Hare. Who lays bare. Unmoved, unmotivated, uninspired. I shall say thanks to the bare Hare who lays with Bear. Perhaps I salute from a safe distance. Finish line far too close. Hare wakes. Too late. Thank you Hare for the road well traveled. Thank you Hare for the obstacles well placed. I fear after this victory. My mind may race just as Hare. Generating memories as they go. Oh, look there goes Sloth.

Justin Murry