I thought I was crazy because they looked at me. They kept looking because they thought I was crazy, too. The more eyes on me the more thoughts in my head, the more that head turns, the more my eyes don't blink. Trust goes, loneliness obstructs. A laugh is right at me, any sound becomes my name. I turned into some peasant walking through a mocking crowd, where even the animals and the earth were on their side. And the more I walked the more they stood, the more I moved the more they saw, and the more they saw the more they could not look away.
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