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see the world
see the world
see the world
the charmed lives
the cursed
the spectrum of what lies between
walk down the streets and read people's minds through their body_language and their expressions
crazy man walking down the street, wild_eyed talking to himself
he is not merely an open book, he is a tattered spiral-bound written on by many hands, the lines cramped and running together, the words poured out and spilling from the margins
old woman silently speaking volumes in the weathered lines of her face, careworn but smiling. Likely when time claims her, she will leave with no substantial regrets.
curious infant on the bus in her mother's lap, laughing, babbling, fussing... a blank page, an unformed narrative. still more concept than action
Her mother- young, pretty but stressed and tired, downcast eyes speak of unexpressed regrets, a momentary resentment if not of her child then of the night that conceived her, eyes darting restlessly, relentlessly. A plot twist early in her story
I ponder my own reflection in the mirrored glass of the office building where i work. an improbable story woven from small triumphs and massive failures...story of a mostly unremarkable man who survives largely in spite of his more foolish tendencies, mostly living quietly but occasionally swept up in some bizarre adventure, reminiscing not on some non-existent or overly romanticized youthful glory, but on wasted opportunities, of moments lost to fear, timidity and trepidation, a mind forever wrapped in a game of "what if"
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