Bubbles

We move in hoards, trampling the weak, ignoring their pleas for assistance. Were all on a mission, yet sometimes we don't know for what purpose. Refuse to stand near the elderly woman in front of you in line, fearing contact, fearing  conversation. Our world has been united by travel, by inventions, yet we have never been more separate. Segregation has devoured our culture like an insidious cancer. All that results are labels, hate, assumptions, and ignorance.
   Nearby, another elderly woman being assisted with her documentation shows disagreement. Her voice becomes elevated and discontent emanates throughout the expanse room.
 "Não vou aceitar isso! Não saio daqui até resolver esse assunto!" she screams, determined to solve her problems  by causing a stir of attention.
   The people who were previously isolated in their own bubbles, hypnotized by their electronic apparel, now are suddenly drawn to the drama. It's much more entertaining than any friend they were texting for sure.
We are abruptly united by the dilemma, eyeing each other with certain approval, nodding and laughing softly at the one sided argument unfolding before us.
    This is what brings us together, he thinks, this keeps us united...