The Cricket BallThe day was nondescript, with nothing to...

The Cricket Ball

The day was nondescript, with nothing to distinguish it from all the others, when he realized that he was Nobody. All his life, every day, he had sought the mantle of Somebody – craved anything which would somehow distinguish him from the mass of other people, who seemed to crowd mercilessly across the face of the earth, their presence drowning him, transforming him effortlessly into Nobody. Often, in the true, pure silence of the night, his peace would be disturbed. In his ea...