Strangers will look at you as if they could walk into your mind, if they so pleased, and view your thoughts like art. That smug, intense staring which makes you wonder if you're dreaming. But then I catch up on my sleep and the world is no longer so hostile. People are very interested in other lives in this place. It makes me wish I blended into the walls. They say "good morning" but really mean "tell me who you're seeing, who you're lying to, who you're fighting with". It makes you crave conversations where the talking is silent but the meaning is true. It makes you want to leave. But then I get some sleep, have a couple of dreams and a cup of coffee. And this town is back to normal.
Created: Apr 27, 2017FK_Preston Document Media