The outsider...

in it but not in, or of, it; embedded, yes looking on the inside through the proverbial glass ceiling yet always feeling marginal  and left out only managing as it is; like the scruffy and lonesome ostrich a permanent feature on the handsomely-manicured grounds of the hotel outside torn away from both kith and kin in the wild and now absorbed in picking up tiny pebbles as they fall off the high table where affluent guests  and tourists alike sit and dine and talk; coming in, and going out in their luxury wagons, jeeps and limousines which purr in, and purr out of the hotel lobby; their green house emissions almost asphyxiating the entire atmosphere and him the other - in this equation leaving him almost half-dazed gasping, rasping for  want of air and space and that little more of the human dignity he craves

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