The insomnia club

About the book I feel a sense of restriction here at the airplane gate waiting area until it opens. I watch the faces of the people present, without giving them a chance to absorb my presence. I guessed, who among them bears the features of my city, returning to it, and who is leaving their homeland to go there. I also try to predict the hidden stories behind the faces. All of this was accompanied by the effort of concealment, because I, without any reason for it, wanted to remain hidden as I should have been when the waves of life do not stir in the way that requires my presence.