#MillionMaskMarch

Parliament Square; 8pm, the 5th November. Two girls covered by thin white strips of cloth and flour flow like liquid inbetween each other. One leaps into the other’s arms; she holds her tight and floats over to the police perimeter. She gazes into a policeman’s eyes, and then gently places her friend at his feet. The policeman’s colleagues look at each other baffled, and one of their ranks can’t take it; his eyes are spinning… his mind, which for years has been programmed to “think the right thing”, decides that this is Too Much. He’s freaking inside his head. His partner to his side notices his distress and motions at him to calm down, and, fortunately, the two ghostlike girls move on with their dance, out, out into the crowd. The police’s view becomes blocked by a crowd of demonstrators, and a hint of disappointment touches a couple of faces before they remember that they must Act as Expected. They reattach their professional masks and return to starting dead-eyed at the crowd.