081413 #worm Over there: look. It's you. And I think you're coming this way. Should I hide from you? I mean, I would pretend not to be hiding, of course. I would simply never find occasion to happen to glance by chance in your direction. I would stare ahead so woodenly, I must surely be contemplating various epiphanies. And then, when you saw me, you would see that I hadn't seen you, and you would feel free to ignore me. I'd be doing us both a favor, really.