No shoelaces, no ideas.

One day, upon waking to the sound of runners chattering as they kept pace and passed the window behind which I woke up, I had a flourish of ideas showering down from the skies.

I felt sure none of the runners had the same idea or were even thinking about the same subject.

And yet, there was no reason for me to think that.

None except an immodest and swollen consideration about the brilliance of any idea I ever have.

So….nothing.