Sitting alone in this dark but energetic place and watching people as they enter an evening of unity. Peers, colleagues, friends, lovers and family, how can one be so alone? Their laughter, jokes, happiness with so many conversations about their lives, surrounded by loneliness, being the black sheep in social gatherings, I wonder what to do? A punishment for an introvert. I wonder what they're talking about, some speaking in English and some in their local language. You only understand their language of expression. You can only listen to the tone of their voices. Three hours of waiting alone, feeling the love around, wish there was some to receive. Hearing their voices overpowering ones thoughts, feeling the vibes one cannot entangle with... An evening of blues without the alcohol, how does one bypass this paradox?