Yesterday I saw a child get hit by a double-decker bus. I watched him lay on the road under the bus as his friends screamed and cried around him. I looked at the cracked windshield and I couldn't help but look away. During moments like this I find myself thinking about the absurdity of life: how is can move backwards and forwards and nonone knows how or why. I don't know if he lived or died but I do know that I will not forget how I felt when I saw that.