Can it be anything other than a cart if it makes its way by wheel? Has it improved in anyway that matters, if the loss of one leaves it’s owner at my mercy? I have before me a Bystander with the pace of a fever trying to fix his wheel. If there were two he would be gone, but if it was not him another would be with in my reach.
My hand on his shoulder and it snaps by the weight on me. He tries to crawl, but his feet can not escape the need that flows off me. There must be reason and it creeps over every inch of him. I know he screams but it can not move me, I stand by as he did for me.