The life of a Spectator
Don't you ever see things in passing that makes you wonder "What's that all about?" A couple quarreling in a restaurant, a man running down a crowded sidewalk, a women weeping as she hails a cab - we all see all these fragments of other people's life stories as we pursue our own. And i often get sidetracked by those fragments and try to fill them in, imagine what led to that moment and what might happen next. Maybe its the hidden writter in me. Or Maybe its because its easier than attending to my own fragments.