Stepping out of a shaded side street, she merges with the radiant din. The surrounding human buzz presses her from all sides, numbing her unbearable self awareness, and silencing the broken record thought: “What have I done…”

A few moments later she merges completely, becoming invisible - even to herself. All that remains are the walls of neon signs, booming empty rainbow enthusiasm down upon the throngs of adult children below.

Together they drone ahead - a blind, aimless mass. For only in such mindless anonymity can they temporarily calm the wake left behind by a lifetime of forsaken dreams.

(for VV’s 100 Words)