Insignificant. I stare into a thin weblike crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturise and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No...one...would...care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.