I was trapped in this nightmare...Perhaps I'd seen too many Fellini movies.
I was in a dining room...was I? - squeezing behind the seats of people
eating...feasting. I'd adopted that sideways, crab-like creep that makes
one believe one is paper-thin, but still I was passing uncomfortably close
by these revellers...these strangers. Who were all these people? None of
them seem to recognize me, or even acknowledge my existence. I felt I was
intruding. No, it wasn't Fellini. Instead, more like something from that
interminable film 'Last Year in