I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
Today I went to work. The distance from the door to the elevator is about 4 metres, even less. I saw two men in the elevator, just pressing the button to the same floor I was going. They greeted me warmly by nodding as the elevator door shut down in front of me.
It was a bit rude, of course, but it was understandable: The guys were not my co-workers or friends. It would have been uncomfortable for all of us to be in the same little space for those few seconds.