Anonymous

It’s wonderful to be a nobody.

It’s wonderful when no one looks at you with anything more than a fleeting glance. No one remembers your first name, last name or your nickname. You mean nothing to anyone. Except to those who sell you food, drinks and shelter.

For once in your life, you could be anonymous. And it could be fun.

You don’t run into someone you like. You don’t bump into someone you’d rather avoid. People don’t stare at you. But it’s you who stares at them.

You stare back to realise you are safe among men who owe you nothing and you owe them nothing in return. You can leave your hair open, you could walk on one legs, you could walk on two legs; frankly, no one gives a damn.

People can give you so much by not giving a damn.