Firstly, what’s with all the footwork? A downward slope would be an attribute. There’s enough gory fundamentalism without toe jam. On that note, can you jack up the lighting? Or at least turn down the speakers? Death is a mute note now that we’re walking. The feedback feels too direct. Can anyone hotspot me? I’m having connectivity issues. Solidarity in extreme deprivation. If only there were scheduled intermissions. Note: the horses are not to be patted. Say hi though ’cos equity is chantable. What’s right is vengeance, of course, though we’re turning left now. How chic! This is the nicest part of town but still very dingy. Question: who sweeps up all these crunched leaves afterwards? This isn’t the four seasons! Get me a big banner. The centre will hold another meeting, evidently. Like, doesn’t this pace feel a little oppressive? Slow down & let me get myself in alignment. These sweat stains are so traumatic. And has anyone noticed how the security camera looks like it’s on fire? No, sorry, that’s the sun… What is it to wince en masse? Get me an even bigger banner! Can’t they hand out hats at these things? At the end of the line, someone asks me to take some snaps. I click my fingers. They raise peace signs.