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local lunatic who wants to run every day all day, but is forbidden to:

he's completely gone, he's smiling and he's walking every day.
has no idea whats going on.
he sure is happy
and he sure is walking.

i think running was the last thing keeping his barely existing lucid consciousness. i think now his mind is only going through the motions every day, like a zombie repeating his days for years on now. but he's harmless and happy. i can't even say its a sad existance, cause for him it's probably as blissful as it possibly could be.