I think perhaps you think me weird for everything I do now. Where did this bias come from? Nary a speck of blood ink or a star chart or a cursed statue, if you remember. (There are bones now, I'll thank you for the suggestion. I'll show you the next time we play.)
I enjoy watching people go about their business as much as I do with birds. A stranger walks by, and you see a small glimpse into their life. The direction and hurry of their pace, the cut or wear of their clothes, whatever companions they might be with. In a matter of seconds, a hundred little mysteries could pass by. A whole world separate from mine. I simply like to watch and think about it sometimes.
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I think perhaps you think me weird for everything I do now. Where did this bias come from? Nary a speck of blood ink or a star chart or a cursed statue, if you remember. (There are bones now, I'll thank you for the suggestion. I'll show you the next time we play.)
I enjoy watching people go about their business as much as I do with birds. A stranger walks by, and you see a small glimpse into their life. The direction and hurry of their pace, the cut or wear of their clothes, whatever companions they might be with. In a matter of seconds, a hundred little mysteries could pass by. A whole world separate from mine. I simply like to watch and think about it sometimes.