There are so many people here, in this space. Where did they come from all of a sudden? The space seemed empty just a little while ago. And now it’s not. It’s packed. It may not be a problem legally, this crowd, but it must be a problem psychologically. No proper room to move around, so much bumping and jostling. It’s unsettling. It’s a mass of people. Or maybe a glut. Is that the right word? It’s a swarm of bees, a herd of cattle, a flock of birds. Even a conspiracy of ravens, that’s a good one. For people, it should be a glut.
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