Scraps to a Story #3

He felt surrounded and still alone. In a crowd waiting for a religious experience, he waited for anything apart from the monotony of the millions of thoughts that ran through everyone’s mind. What if things would be better without men like his father? Would people be happy? Freer? Would he be? Somehow he thought that even with freedom the loneliness would stay. Absolute anarchy would only separate individuals further. Now he was the only one feeling alone in the crowd perhaps things were better than he thought. Perhaps it really was a phase as everyone supposed. Somehow he doubted it. No matter the governments imposed upon them, people stayed the same. Individuals lost in pretending to be a crowd.