24 hours ago I was feeling ... worse. Seated alone in a manufactured mall, unique in its design yet... entirely unoriginal in its essence. It is me. It is you. The sweeping feeling - like the sea washing over the shore. I am submerged, my chest sinks... sinking. It is a continuous feeling. And the alien faces can bring no respite. I find no welcome there, nor will I. Nor can I. It is wrong to ask for... this form of help, assistance, from a stranger. So I sat there with my book, I pretended to read. The death penalty. People arguing to kill or spare the lives of others. Numbers and facts, versus the worlds of each individual. Here, then, THEN, I was thrust into the past all at once - hapless, alone, and upset yet again. Sometimes the memories foam up from the ground. And I am afraid, of being alone. Alone in a sea of faces. Unrecognizable, washes over me. And I am so full of emotion that I am effectively empty. Hollowed out, hallowed as an other. Myself, nameless, indistinct...