Movement.
If Wally could just explain how amazing it feels to move, if he could only describe it in a way that did justice to the euphoria- the bliss of a generic blurred landscape and the thousand distorted sounds then everyone would understand.
Understand.
He doesn't understand them, those people with their Segways' and lazy attitudes. They could run.
Runmoveracewhirllive. Freedom, that's what it is and purity and air, how the air forces itself into his lungs at speed, speedspeedspeed.
It's worth the negatives; the ever present need for food, the ADD symptoms, the constant waiting.
No pause. He breathes. Runs.