Imagine living your life always feeling
like everything you see is
one centimeter's distance
from its intended location.
This overfilled grande caramel macchiato without a lid closer to your arm than expected.
That brand new crisp white silk blouse already dredging through marinara.
Those tourists cartwheeling with selfie sticks off cliffs like bison mindless in stampede.
Really think about how it would affect you.
The devastating effects of seeing a slight miscalculation.
The panic of impending doom that would permeate your life.
Each freeway full of cars crashing together like waves of metal on an asphalt sea.
Every playground full of kids crying under jungle gyms with broken bones
from just missed rungs.
All the buildings in existence ready to collapse (nails missing boards, joints not plumb) like houses of cards, flattening everyone inside. The screaming. The endless screaming.
What would it do to a person, that feeling? A constant fear of catastrophe.
The powerless frustration of everyone thinking you're crazy.
Knowing all the wrongs could be prevented if it was moved one centimeter's distance.
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