I was running through Navy Pier
Broken from stimulation,
I focused on particularities.
A man that was once loved, but smells like Scotch.
A feminist protesting aggression and gropes.
A mother with no belly, still expecting.
A lover that was still yearning.
A homeless woman that is crafty.
A tourist missing his map.
A man running machinery.
A dog halting my bounds.
We are a machine.
We are humanity.
Note: Anxiety provokes me in populated situations. All the sounds and conversations increase my heart rate making me dizzy. I put a personality to each person in order to relieve this anxiety. If I can realize the people around me have emotions, I can quiet my own world.