it was chaotic outside. people were everywhere, all around. the man was on his knees, his arms flailing wildly. his face was contorted in anguish and despair.

he must be shouting out. screaming out. although i couldn't really tell; the glass separated him from me. a grown man crying, appealing, pleaing. i sipped my tea. it was an affecting sight, but somehow, i felt detached watching him. within the glass, the noises were blocked off. i was part of it, yet not a part of it. like watching a movie. in particular, a silent one.

it seemed so surreal: outside the glass, chaos reigned; within the glass, peace.

and i wonder, how much do i actually believe in that?