I must have walked twenty kilometres already. The humidity was choking me.
My thoughts were attacking my brain cells, taking my synapses hostage and sending them on a theme park ride, spinning me in circles and making me feel sick.
Maybe it’s your ego, my friend had said.
I’d never thought about it and why would I?
What was I to do, simply de-friend my ego as though it were a Facebook friend I didn’t like?
I was walking past a run-down building when I saw it; graffiti on the front wall: Kill your ego, it read.
So I did.