It's so refreshing to hear different stories. At a Mexican party last week, women rather unsettlingly painted moustaches on their faces, and men wore black wigs. But every person had their tale. Some told of chaotic journeys through Thailand; of marriages gone wrong; marriages gone right… if you listened carefully, you could experience business successes and failures, romances, childhoods, lives in trouble, lives turned good… even the musicians had their story, and shared happily.
It sets life in perspective, to hear so many stories. You're only one of many, sitting like penguins on a beach, a congregated mass of odd creatures, sharing space for a while, making a lot of fuss, but all looking out at the same long sea.
