Strange party.

The black hood was slipped over my head. A swift kiss, and good-bye.

Everyone but the children wore the hoods and robe. How interesting, to get to know people without seeing them. I adjusted the gauze rectangular eye holes to better see.

Then I realized, though they were standing in clusters, as though in conversation, no one was talking either. There was silence.

You could not see anyone's hair or features or facial expressions. Gender, age, or color of skin. Could not hear their voices or what they might have to say. Some idea of stature, but that’s it. All that remained was touch.

But I saw no touch.

So. What is left?