Sometimes to waste time I’ll sit somewhere and observe people to be with people. Not that these people — like a dream — can actually talk to me in a way we’d understand. But then the man in the window looking at a glove some lady dropped while crossing the street, which this man tells you, and then contemplates how many people do that in Queens, generally, explaining how he works in journalism, so he notices these types of things, but you back away slow, goto the bathroom, eventually seeing this man again next to you smiling at the urinal. Remembering why observation. Another life worked this way. Hello new world. Vibe the gaze. Sit aside and witness, like Sad Statue Wavves, another state of pure vibration:
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