They come in pairs of 2's and 3's never alone...carrying their companions, palm pilots, cell phones, ipods, headphones. Mildly differing variations of the same thing, fake tans, tank tops, flip flops, long hair, short hair, cleavage, and sunglasses, the crowning touch...

Why do they shut the glimmering light out of their souls?

They pull down those dark over sized blinds obstructing the light from the windows of human commonality...

Do they have no soul? Or do they fear the probing eye of another?

Unwelcoming, reflective pools of obsidian...

Disconnected...

They unlike the rest of us have departed...