I saw him again today. He was occupied with other people. Again. I've come to believe that the first time we met was a fluke, because I've never seen him alone again. There's always a wall of people around him. I didn't let it stop me from approaching him, and speaking with him, but it was a special kind of torture. So many stares. Everyone talking around me, but not to me. It made me wonder: Is it better to be alone and invisible, or invisible in a crowd?












