The Crowd

Sometimes it is necessary to smuggle yourself into a crowd, imagine you are incognito, just a stranger within an invisible cloak stitched together with cobwebs. Often it is imperative to lever one's self into the crowd with a flat-headed screwdriver, crack open a little space for yourself while not disturbing the talkers as they read about you in the papers. Once in a while, you must slip into the crowd like an eel, wriggle through them all before they notice you are there then disappear from yourself before you have found that self. The crowd will not miss you, but they will look for you if you run too fast or walk too slow.