I wrote this. Not sure what it is, but it’s short:
Creatures of unbridled energy, like horses nobody could tame, they ran wild and free and without stopping, even for a second, because they thought that there was a race, but there wasn’t, and all those who followed them they viewed as competitors, and they were all alone, and as leader and follower passed and repassed each other and traded places repeatedly all either could think of was the upcoming cliff and how they might want to slow down, but since they had no mechanism to express that to each other, the race went on and ended as one might predict, and they fell covered in sweat and mud to whatever was below, and that’s a chance they took and wish they had back, but still, they were all alone but ultimately ok, despite passing by all possible points for an unwinnable race, but don’t tell them that, because they think they won. No, seriously. Don’t bother.
