We find ourselves suddenly nervous, agitated, uneasy. We find that the ground shakes a little too much, that the air-raid sirens are always a jolting surprise no matter how many times we hear them. We find ourselves - unexplicably - more comfortable with the people around us, despite our overall apprehension.

We are looking deeper into other faces, making sense out of wrinkles and haggard expressions. We find that we stumble about in a sort of daze, and yet observe small details with a heightened clarity.

We find ourselves wanting to touch people more than we normally would, casually but with significance. We find that we can allow ourselves sentimentalities which we would have formerly considered trite.

Hardly knowing how we got there, we find ourselves in politics, in religion, in the streets, in families, in love, in sex, in tears.