I ran. I devoted my entire life to running to a flower that had already wilted when I reached it.

The faster you run, the more scenery you see so you have some incentive to run fast.

In that the shell was originally conceived as a lightweight, modern, futuristic, high tech pod for hurtling down the freeway, and the interiors were completely out of sync with that.

I refused to be a commodity, a cheap article traded by the people of religion, politics and the media. I refuse to go back to running after gas canisters, waiting for electricity in the long winter nights, to the screaming and wailing of the political parties, and religious calcification. Gaza is a place of cheap talk and bombast.

Nothing compels you to move, but if you do, you move forward. The faster you run, the more scenery you see so you have some incentive to run fast.