Under mounting pressure his self tries to liberate from the net of false presuppositions that entangled him into an orgy of angst and guilt. ” Did I say that right?” Did they think I was too chatty, did they find me repugnant?” These and more questions snared him as he left the cheerful crowd of unknown people his friend had introduced him to. But under the battle to overcome his auto esteem, Aluquios could find some comfort in the embrace that every second that went by gave him. There is something about the Now that makes the past obsolete. Looking straight ahead he walked determined, forcing a smile to his lips. His chest feeling less and less angst and leaving but a lingering residue for a topic to write about later, much later.