I look at this, cocking my head to the side as I furrow my eyebrow.
What should I do?
Walk,
or
Don’t walk
that is the question.
Forget Hamlet.
The smells of the city fills my nostrils, ther’s hotdogs, smoke, gas,smoke, and some unknown scents.
Before I know it, I’m walking across the street.

BEEP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m in an ambulance.
“You’re not supposed to walk when the signs says not to.”
the paramedic says.
I look out the window. The light is on Don’t Walk.