July 10, 2007
For Elaine it had been an entire month without any significant social interaction. She had been out for drinks with some coworkers once. She’d had a forgettable date with a man she’d met on the train. Now here she was surrounded by a pulsating crowd of thousands pressing toward the stage and throwing themselves into the music. It was, for her, an exhausted last stab into the heart of desolate loneliness as she felt herself being hefted up onto the shoulders of the crowd and carried toward the stage. Never had there been such a flailing, desperate crowd-surf.