At the gathering, amongst the sociable throng , I attempt to make (polite) conversation with…the Others.
The Others: They have inscrutable minds, which harbour myriad manifestations, possibly unfathomable, and most likely, evil.
Everybody is positioned too close and at jarring angles. The milling, radiant flesh renders me grotesque, and I am made larger and more conspicuous than normal. My limbs and mouth, in strategic self-defence, relocate into an alternate universe - a relocation that can be aided by alcohol, though this is often not necessary.
