The Askance Dance Craze
In this maze of small town life, with our limited number of streets and alleys, and the weight of time’s accumulation, we can’t help but run into each other. With frequency. Or under some law of chance beyond our grasp. And as we carry our histories around, when we see each other when we do we’d sometimes rather not.
There’s no controlling bumping into anyotherbody, so cunning methods of evasion are needed ‘to keep the peace’. Otherwise our aversions and misgivings, affronts and harbored hurts, the less pleasant stuff which comprise no small part of our histories, would be breaking out all over. Can’t have that in ‘civil society’.