On a different day, a better day, Esme might look at all these people and feel some sense of solidarity. That they are all in this together. That they can hold each other by the elbows and fight for what they believe in, whatever that is. That Esme can find Marcus and those poster people can free Antony and the protesters will get what they want and that blonde woman can figure out what it is that brought her to the river. Now all Esme can think is: I’m too tired.
