The town shut off a lane and threw a party.
1000 strangers, eating, drinking, listening to music.
Humanity squeezed between two tall buildings.
I stand in a crowd, utterly alone.
A small man and a blonde woman stand next to me.
The small man is a doctor.
I turn and look at the lights strung between the walls.
The lights change colour. Above us, the night sky shines with the last rays of sun
mixing with the moon.
I feel in such a position of weakness as I always do in crowds
And I feel…
Out of breath
And I walk.
I think of her, she is away, gone a long way, maybe she won’t come back.
It is alone that we feel most frightened.
We have to be alone many times,
Some die alone.
Even in a crowd you can die alone.
My idea of terror
Is trying to keep a hundred friends who don’t know me,
My idea of joy is one true friend who knows me well.
I’d rather the sunrise next to you,
Than the sunset in a crowd of one thousand.
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