WORTH 50,000: DAY TWENTY-ONE - Drag

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From up here it's easy to understand why the heroes in those comics are always wearing capes. Standing alone on a rooftop, in the city but not part of it, you start to question whether you're really there. Does it matter if no one can see you? The forty story wind whips around you as if you don't, because there's no resistance in you. You're tiny, insignificant, and young. This wind has carried birds and flying machines and the smell of smoke since a time so far distant that you can't comprehend it, and it doesn't see you.

Yes, capes up put resistance. They're something for the wind to catch. They're a reply to everything ancient and new. I'm here. I'm here. I see you.