Your sense of place, your confidence, shudders excitedly into action, and your hands begin to move more, your shoulders begin to wriggle more, and you feel that your voice begins to weigh more.
You release a long laugh which oscillates vigorously, as though an aggressive yo-yo.
Your care is closed off by a heaving door and carelessly screeching hinges, any warmth of understanding you had towards people chilled to their more stiff code you think you want to follow.
And then you swirl poison in your mouth, gargling it, polishing your teeth with an acidic tongue for a borrowed grin.
Everyone else is doing this, it seems, won’t they spatter you with the poison if you don’t join in?