Invisible

Ever feel like a stranger in your own world? Half the day is over and I have had no human interaction. I walked down the street, went to the bank, used an ATM. I came to work, went to lunch, looked around and realized I knew nobody. Sat by myself in a vast expanse of table eating my white rice quietly. I imagine I looked pensive as I contemplated the strangeness of it all. Where was everybody? Is there some secret party I wasn't invited to? I'm not feeling bad about it - I'm just fascinated. How does such a thing come to be. It's an exercise in probability. I imagine this will happen a lot once I move to Boston. I didn't expect it to happen before I left.