As I cycle thru the wealthier zipcode on my morning ride, the most amiable creatures I encounter now are the large plastic skeletons set out for Halloween which strike jaunty poses and call out glad tidings of memento mori.
The grimmest beings are the ruckers, wearing their weighted camo chestpacks which no doubt also pack heat, pounding out their scowling workouts praying to a pretend god to feel capable, strong, safe, and powerful. They are pitiful. I pity them.