how does it feel to be on display, see nothing but snippets of faces and hear no voices to have to guess at what you make them feel; sometimes horror and sometimes pity, sometimes a little of both. does the glass feel safe? a barrier to harsh voices and rough hands or maybe it feels confining and anything would be worth being outside. is it worth being everything to one person for just a few seconds, the sole focus of their World, regardless of their reaction? pity is steeped in kindness. horror is laced with ignorance. there has to be something there. |