Imagine all the people
Then imagine all of their imaginations.
I had this idea rattling around in my head, from time to time, since I wrote last. I kept remembering being on trips with my parents. I would be in the backseat of the car, heading down a state road and passing all the people. I would wonder, who are they and where are they going? What do they do? What do they think? What goes on in their lives?
I’ve always enjoyed travelling and people watching. Very rarely do I ever feel the need to talk to anyone. It might destroy my image of them. Just imagine, of all the thoughts people have in their heads, as you’re passing them in the street. That’s a lot of words and ideas. Delusional snapshots of life, firing through everyone’s brains. And you’re left in your own silent, talkie, until you decide to say something.
And I did.
In the sea of people~
See the beautiful.