A great crowd surges through the streets, chanting, singing. Should I:

• take off my clothes and expose myself as I always do to the sea, its enormity, its danger?

• settle into the couch with a bowl of instant ramen to watch my favorite cooking show?

• finally learn the words the voices have been murmuring in my head?

• bring toys and candy for the police, so they'll greet us as liberators?

• lead prayers to the god of wasps?

• traffic in rumors, selling high and buying low until I corner the market?

• put a picture of a flame on my cellphone and wave it over my head yelling "Fire!"?

• send the children, who are so much more foolhardy and less corruptible than we are?

• tell these troublemakers to stop crying or I'll give them something to cry about, then fire cans of tear gas into their midst?

• put on a Panama hat, Bermuda shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt and look for a conga line?

• slouch towards Bethlehem to be born?

• Other: