we find our sense of identity either in loving or in being loved. We are the ravisher or the ravishee. If we don’t find a place at the epicentre of the action under the dazzling warmth of the spotlight, we will take our seat ringside, in shadow and clutching snacks, to gaze, transfixed, at the story, because life is a series of stories, and whether we show up as entertainer or observer, we are still an integral part of it.
