Invisible Birds

I’m terrified to be in public lately. I’m afraid something will happen that will make people notice me. Something horribly embarrassing. They’ve just put up the signs downtown that say
“Caution: Falling Ice”. Every time I leave my apartment I’m afraid I’ll be struck by an iceberg, and splayed on the sidewalks of the theatre district. Which would attract a crowd. I just read Edgar Allen Poe’s “A Man of the Crowd”. (which is good to read if you’re into Baudelaire’s work) It was about a man that couldn’t exist apart from a crowd of people. All he does is follow wherever the crowd is thickest. I think I’m the opposite. I shrink from people. I’m a misanthrope, I think. I live in hateful fear.