Fluid World; Far from the Madding Crowd

A black mass of people swarmed out of my head into paper, radiating many colours of excitement… or a speedy breed of boredom. Some voices argued with the kind of savagery, which is to be observed on the face of a snarling wolf pup… others hurried towards my right hand without as much as a swish of cloth. Everyone wanted out… far from the madding crowd. I wondered whether it would still be a madding crowd if no one wanted to rush out like that… Ink would keep seeping out of the sacred tip of the nib, I was in no mood to disappoint those… those… well… those people… I’ve been warned that they would destroy me if I don’t let them out. “It’s a fluid world ladies and gentlemen”, I announced. Didn’t slow them down a bit. “Oh!”, I suddenly realised, They were fluid too!