And amidst the thrall of sweaty, heaving bodies I have one foot in and one out of reality.
The masses of people at a New Years concert celebrating the beginning of 2014. Or is it the end of 2013 that’s being heralded? Some have experienced a year they would sooner forget and cling to the hope that this year will be better.
Whatever the reason I watch the raucous proceedings with the same detachment I feel in every social setting, vaguely involved; if it were a movie script I would be the character written in and hastily erased so the outline was still visible.
Not for the first time I wonder if feeling more apart then part of a group is as painfully obvious to others as it is to me.
Probably not, I’m an incredibly good actress.