So one day, I walked to 17th Street, between Park and Broadway, and there, sure enough, were two labyrinths, a smaller one and a larger one. Curry had suggested flipping through the dictionary before the walk and pointing to a word at random to use as a kind of mantra while walking the labyrinth. My finger chose the word dignify. That seemed a particularly appropriate word for me since I yearn to be dignified but find it difficult, probably because I'm short. You'd be surprised at how hard it is to be dignified when you're only five feet, two inches high.
Tall people stride along.
I scurry along, taking two steps to their one. I have to ask people to reach items on the top shelves in supermarkets. People don't take short people seriously. As Randy Newman says in his song, Short People Got No Reason to Live. I tried saying dignify as I walked through the first labyrinth.