On Friday I saw a dead cat on the road. It’s strange how things that didn’t use to affect me hit me so much harder nowadays. I suddenly felt how fragile life is and how I’ll be lying down one day, on the side of the road, and everything still going on, people in their cars with their own fears and dreams and memories, just travelling, oblivious to all the troubles of others. I wonder why we keep on fighting like the boxer in the song by the same title. I finished watching the The Graduate just now, and it reminds me of the boxer, fighting till the very end for what he feels is right.