At first, the speed was beyond real, the world a blur of indefinable colors and shapes. It was exhilarating, moving as fast as thought, faster. To be able think of a place and be there in seconds, the true global community. The world slowed down, almost to a stop. I could see the flicker in someone's eye, watch the change that happens faster than a second play out over an eternity. I could feel every piece of me, every molecule, every atom, all humming with the anticipation of movement, the kinetic energy of my soul. I could move faster than the a human eye could pick up, in reality, faster than the mind could register.

I could walk on water.

But soon, the newness wore off. And the hunger set in. The kind of hunger that no one you've ever met can imagine. The kind of hunger than only people half a world away, the ones you see late at night with flies on their faces, could imagine. And they'd have a ways to go to understand. I could feel the muscle being ripped from the bone, the insatiable vastness of my stomach, curdling and gurgling, crying out in indescribable emptiness. I don't sleep anymore; my metabolism would kill me, feed on the thin strips of cartilidge and muscle so fast that I'd be dust before I woke. You have no idea what it's like to eat and eat and never be full. I had to resort to stealing, there's absolutely no way I ever could have paid for all of what I ate. I never use the bathroom.

There's no excess.

What may have been worse than the hunger was the boredom. Everyone else moving in slow motion, every minute of life around regular people like an eternity in a bank line or at the DMV, except you never get to the front of the line, you never get to leave. The worst was when they talked to me, their clumsy words falling like anvils out of their ugly mouths. It took so much effort to force myself to hear "Thank you" or "You're my hero" that stopped bothering all together. After I read every word of every book ever written I gave up talking with them all together.

I abhor them.

I used to worry that one day I wouldn't be able to stop, that'd I get to the point where I was moving so fast that I'd never slow down again. Once it actually happened, it really wasn't that bad. I see them in blurs and blips now, faint indiscernible sounds on the periphery of my consciousness. The sun may rise and set, but when it's an eternity between them, it's doesn't really matter.

Letting go was the easiest part.