Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

After another few days, I noticed I became annoyed whenever I would actually have to ask Asshole for something. How quickly the creepy becomes commonplace.

I just wish the crowd I was associated with was more passionate about what they were doing and less consumed with the commerce of the art form,

Be careful what you wish for;
Not all lost things should be found.

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses

Lost in a crowd of greats, not a single Oscar. That's showbiz.