Masses of people all moving in difficult space
Each negotiating their path, like dust particles breathing, apparently drifting on the myriad currents of labyrinth air,
Some pause for thought - Is there a 'right way'..
(and occasionally say)
Where is this leading?
Some group around and listen as a couple exchange differing ideas. Some contribute to the debate or discuss it between them, until one says, "This way!" and some follow - because they believe them or they don't know which other way to go or it's just easier (there's always a reason).
On the way, some decide they've reached their destination, "I like it here!", they may say and then mark out an area and call it their home and give reasons, "I was here first"..... maybe.
Something new is given a boundary and those people in it expect everyone else not to pass through it - evidently that upsets them - unless they're invited and graciously saying nice things (like agreeing).
Somewhere near the edge of the centre of this surging, meandering, fluctuating mass, is a small child who often wanders off, to be alone, mumbling something which sounds a lot like, "... not playing".
Now and then someone joins her and wonders, "Why are you here, why aren't you with everyone else?"
She considers....
