To manage this sensation when I’m walking, I stop and pound my cane on the ground a few times before stepping off a curb. In this pause, I clear my senses and step onto a still street, instead of onto a moving sidewalk (like the ones at the airport).
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!