Indeed, little girls wearing adult clothing move about behind me, kept back by my slow, dithering pace. They make no sound, but I feel their glances, their faces of a joint experience, as well as I would feel a smouldering burn; there is a little superiority for them at my disadvantage.
Strange – I lost my power over others, but they have gained reign over me.
Another day, another day, was always my life-motto.
