He was lucky. He got to sit on his couch and watch the world do great things. He got to see the revolution and the revolution was televised and he even paid for it. He got crisp picture quality and had sound surround him. The colors were vibrant and the crowds were so real he could touch them. And he could have touched them if he'd wanted to. He could stand and walk and run and talk and shout and cry and sing and be a part of something. He saw the people and the people looked like him. He saw the people and the people looked like strangers. They looked like friends. They looked like people he thought were enemies, people he'd never thought of before. They looked the way he felt inside. They did the things he felt like doing. And he got to see them all, listen to them all, watch them all, and he didn't have to go anywhere.
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