I saw her looking at me. I think she was. I'm not sure if it was me. She seemed bothered, as if the event was going on far to long, lacking an end. She was sitting with her friend, a woman who was talking up everyone but her, she seemed less than trilled by this as she looked up every once in a while. I didn't want to look at her, every time I did she caught me, like a glance but uncomfortable. I would look but try to hide it, with unlucky results.

I feel crowded.

Sometimes I wish for total silence.

I never know if someone is looking at me or someone just behind me, this tends to happen often, or at least with a great deal of frequency.

My desire for silence doesn't lend its self to the places I go.

Loud, filled with people and smoke.

But I am cold.