Suddenly I was confounded by public places. One hundred sad faces, accompanied by one hundred happy ones to compliment them, and not a single word to be exchanged. They lived in a distant harmony, unaware that they could enrich each other's lives. How could it be so? The combined social anxieties of everyone in the room gave even the socialites trouble.
This happened often. Sometimes so far to the extent of displacing one's sour mood and past failures unto another. Such sorry times. I too had been guilty of such a crime, but I had found comfort in it. The silence, although unbearable at times, had brought about a certain solace I had not found elsewhere. Like two sides of a sword, we had come to both harm and heal ourselves.
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