P14 – Teatro D’Amore E D’Anarchia

She’s sitting in the café, looking around. She’s made plans and wants to briefly sit down to sort out her thoughts. But wait, what’s going on here? There are other people in the cafe, too! And they are all thinking and speaking as well. What’s worse, they are speaking and thinking quite noisily…

What’s an anarchist, mummy?

That’s someone who throws bombs and is hanged for it on the gallows. Now shut up!

…so noisily that the words penetrate her ear drums to crawl into her mind, her thoughts, and she’s sitting there listening to these not very interesting but very loud conversations. And she’s losing her own train of thought looking around; she’s all ears and eyes, looking and listening, and in no time her plans and her thoughts and her own self have gone.