SOLOTARIANS

We grow inside another. We are suckled. We crawl after our siblings. We chase the playgrounds, learn the classrooms and grind the workshops. We are branded and bonded in the social glue. We are forged in the furnace of our fellows. Slipping from one womb to another, each hotter and harder than the one before. And in all this social hullabaloo, we remain clumsily, precariously alone. Sometimes we evade the mob, to let our solitude speak. Other times the mob eschews us, a rag and bone raft cut loose in the babble and flow. Free and alone at that moment, we define the universe. Then hold our breath, as the rocky current sucks us back in to the hot, deep waters of the multiverse.