As I walk, I search. I study the faces I pass, scanning their features.
I’m seeking a flicker of the familiar, a shadow of something shared. A nod, a wave, a smile. An echo of something expressing recognition.
The blues fade and the greens mute. Faces blur as they pass me by, a collage of grey masks, pushing carriages, driving cars, or chatting on street corners. I search them desperately, as they glide by me on silent tracks.
They wear bright scarves and cheerful buttons but I don’t see the scarves or the buttons.
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