Nobody goes near her. She’s a desert island in a sea of commuters.
I admire her bravery. Standing in Government Square wearing that sign – if she’s not brave, she’s mad.
So it’s not I’m not sympathetic to her cause. I wouldn’t risk watching her otherwise. But while I admire her principles, the ways she behaves scares me. She follows her own mind rather than chemically induced, government-prescribed sedation. Why does she seem so unhappy and so angry?
I inspect the pill I didn’t swallow at breakfast and sigh. I hope for greater resolve at lunchtime. Or tomorrow. Or next week.