I Spend A lot of Time Thinking About...

I'm sitting in an airport waiting to be on my way. People watching is my favorite thing to do. I think it is for many of us, right? 

I spend alot of time thinking about...

the lives of the people I pass on the street; where they're going, where they're coming from, who is it they really love and why are they with someone when they don't. Who they are going home to, why they did it, what is their motivation, what scares them the most, did they really mean to do it, what were they like as children and why did they run in the opposite direction. How many of them will meet the stranger they just passed at a future moment and how many times has that happened. I think about how each person's steps is in sync with their own heartbeat. I think alot about floating particles, how old they are and their journey.

One comes to their own self awareness through collective thoroughfares, each one its own puzzle piece adding to the completion of a scene only to be part of another scene.

I'm quite tickled by story lines and motivation. What makes them do it. What made them take a shortcut or what made them take the hard route.

I spend alot of time thinking about people whom I've never met.