196. Hive

At any sporting event of note I’ve ever been to, I’ve always had a moment where I’ve felt as if I was part of a larger consciousness. A group, a clan, a tribe, a supportive rabble who cheer innocuously at all junctures and boo to mark displeasure at any dissapointment. It made me wonder about the concept of a hive mind, and how objection in a crowd holds little worth, if not heard over the bellows of the masses. 

They all shouted yes, 

My no lost amidst the roar 

My words meaningless.

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016) 

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