This place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.
At last, I have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- I love open spaces -- where no one can see me. It is beautiful here while I watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, I am unseen. I yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.
I laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke. They do not see me. At last, at long last, it is all right. At peace within, at peace without.
I asked for anonymity, and it has been granted. I come to this busy thoroughfare of life and all her attendant beauties and vulgarities. I am here but no one sees me; therefore, no one rebukes me nor praises me nor gets involved. This is how I like it.
I watch the crowd, but they are unaware . . .
So totally unaware. . . .