Alone Among People

I stand awkwardly in the middle of a busy street, noting the flux of people around me, taking in the rhythm of steps on the ground and the hasty movements of people who are in rush to or from elsewhere. As I stand here, I feel but an obstacle, a rod that is inserted in between the cogs of a wheel, the wheel being the grand commerce. People have different ways of tampering with this obstacle. Some side-step and others shove past me, but that which is similar is that all do so without as much as a glance on me. Why is this one may ponder, why am I not treated as a human, why do my act of hinderance not evoke angry comments and confrontation? I do not have the answer, but that which I can say is that I feel so very alone. Alone despite being among People.

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