Sunday, February 27, 2011
He walked with them through the packed, dank, and cold rooms, music blasting at them from all directions and he felt at home again. He had missed things as they were, at least every so often. He was happy with this at least brief moment of capitulation to nostalgic joy. But when he spoke to them they said nothing. They looked on and nodded and seemed to understand but they didn't hear him. It was almost like they didn't know who he was or even why he was speaking. And with a slightly wistful sadness he realized they didn't know each other anymore. He wasn't sure if it was he who was gone or if it was them. So he left.